Men are influenced by big loud empty words, styes which swell the eyelids and impede vision of the truth.
If the world is to be improved it must be by the exercise of individual charity.
Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.
If you reject family – which a mother holds together – as well as the ties of Church and State, is there anything left for you?
The important thing is to get yourself born. You’re entitled to that. But you’re not entitled to life. Because if you were entitled to life, then the life would have to be quantified. How many years? Seventy? Sixty? Shakespeare was dead at fifty-two. Keats was dead at twenty-six. Thomas Chatterton at seventeen.
I suppose the only real reason for traveling is to learn that all people are the same.
Howarth began to see that, however much it was against one’s will and convictions, sides had to be taken, the dreary corrupt world of politics had to be entered by the good and dispassionate, to protect and avenge the weak. But one always entered too late.
‘But you like her, don’t you?’ asked Howarth. ‘You like Mrs Connor?’ For himself, thought Howarth, he did not particularly like Mrs Connor. He desired Mrs Connor, however.
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.