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A condition which of declension would indicate a devil, may of growth indicate a saint.

What heart in the kingdom of heaven would ever dream of constructing a metaphysical system of what we owed to God and why we owed it?

The praise of men, and the love of that praise, had now restored him to his own good graces.

We have neither humility enough to be faithful, nor faith enough to be humble.

Self-love is the foulest of all foul feeders, and will defile that it may devour.

Love is as lovely in the old as in the young–lovelier when in them, as often, more sympathetic and unselfish, that is true.

before serious Anglo-Scottish political differences began, there was a north-south dispute over the manner in which priestly heads should be shaved.

Some human faults are military virtues, like stupidity, and arrogance, and narrow-mindedness.

I'm an author. You want me to describe how creepy this is Harding, I've got you covered.

He was an embittered atheist (the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him), and took a sort of pleasure in thinking that human affairs would never improve.

Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

The whole experience of being hit by a bullet is very interesting and I think worth describing in detail.

I have the most evil memories of Spain, but I have very few bad memories of Spaniards.

I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool.

I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.

It is bound to be a failure, every book is a failure, but I do know with some clarity what kind of book I want to write.

The room was a world, a pocket of the past where extinct animals could walk.

He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, than a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong.

What opinions the masses hold, or do not hold, is looked on as a matter of indifference. They can be granted intellectual liberty because they have no intellect.

I dreamt-' he began, and stopped short. It was too complex to be put into words. There was the dream itself, and there was a memory connected with it that had swum into his mind in the few seconds after waking.

To dislike a writer's politics is one thing. To dislike him because he forces you to think is another, not necessarily incompatible with the first.

I have managed to make the Capitalist class pay me several pounds a week for writing books against Capitalism.

Socialism does mean justice and liberty when the nonsense is stripped off it.

A Socialist United States of Europe seems to me the only worth-while political objective today