He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!
In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.
Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.
Destruction after all is a form of creation.
You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
As long as one suffers one lives.
Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.
As long as nothing happens anything is possible.
Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.
One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working, of being willing to put in the time.
A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.
The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.
Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.
It's a good world if you don't weaken.
There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.
What happens if you drop all the things that make you I?
There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.
One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand. Even if we have the happy chance to fall in love, it is because we have been conditioned by what we have read, and if I had never known love at all, perhaps it was because my father's library had not contained the right books.
Fame is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.
When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity . . . that was a quality God's image carried with it . . . when you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination.
Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.
I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different
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