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Spoon feeding, in the long run, teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear and merge into something else.
We move between two darknesses.
The Machine stops.""What do you say?""The Machine is stopping, I know it, I know the signs."She burst into a peal of laugher.
Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. it could not do things.
She was as bored as her brother would have been, and had not his gift of listening beneath words.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
If you introduce the human figure you at once arouse either disgust or desire.
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak.
Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.
But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.
I'm afraid that in nine cases out of ten Nature pulls one way and human nature another.
Some reviews give pain. This is regrettable, but no author has the right to whine. He was not obliged to be an author. He invited publicity, and he must take the publicity that comes along.
They chose to regard it as a miraculous preservation.
While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea
It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid.
I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have yet gone ourselves.
We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.
We may still contrive to raise three cheers for democracy, although at present she only deserves two.
Chicago - a facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade every type of dubiousness.
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.
The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.
He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical.
He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.
He will work off his crudities in time. I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art.
The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
…But so few of us think clearly about our own private incomes, and admit that independent thoughts are in nine cases out of ten the result of independent means.
And Englishmen like posing as gods.
I write in the morning, I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It's a very easy, lovely life.
The historian records, but the novelist creates.
It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.
Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.
Faith to my mind is a stiffening process a sort of mental starch.
Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.
Love is always being given where it is not required.
Our life on earth is and ought to be material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly they are still entangled with the desire for ownership.
And if insight were sufficient, if the inner life were the whole of life, their happiness has been assured.
Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
There are different ways of evil and I prefer mine to yours.