He was obliged however to throw over Christianity. Those who base their conduct upon what they are rather than upon what they ought to be, always must throw it over in the end . . . .
Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.
They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.
America is rather like life. You can usually find in it what you look for It will probably be interesting, and it is sure to be large.
Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.
In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.
Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.
Not only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.
A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.
The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal. Both assumptions are false: both of them must be accepted as true if we are to go on eating and working and loving, and are to keep open a few breathing holes for the human spirit.
Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it.
Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way.
But I have seen my obstacles: trivialities, learning and poetry. This last needs explaining: the old artist's readiness to dissolve characters into a haze. Characters cannot come alive and fight and guide the world unless the novelist wants them to remain characters.
It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.
Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.
'A friend,' he repeated, sentimental suddenly. 'Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep.'
“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”
Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!
You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.
Growing old is an emotion which comes over us at almost any age; I had it myself between the ages of 25 and 30.
This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.
If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.
English literature is a flying fish.
Solidity, caution, integrity, efficiency. Lack of imagination, hypocrisy. These qualities characterize the middle classes in everycountry, but in England they are national characteristics.
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