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Weil der Pöbel noch sein Gefühlt hat, das bei Vornehmern durch tausend unnatürliche Vorstellungen verderbt und geschwächt wird.

Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

Me? You are laughing at me. Put your hand here. This has no theology.' I mocked myself while I made love. I flung myself into pleasure like a suicide on to a pavement.

I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls

I couldn't resist the temptation to tease Pyle - it is, after all, the weapon of weakness and I was weak.

A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.

I have to think of all the possibilities, doctor. Even a crime of passion is possible.' 'Passion?' the doctor smiled. 'I am an Englishman.

In the strict sense I would not call him a writer at all. (...) Crabbin said, He was just a popular entertainer. Why the hell not? Martins said fiercely. Oh well, I merely meant... What was Shakespeare?

There are men whom one has an irresistible desire to tease: men whose virtues one doesn't share.

You said just now that irony was a valuable literary quality. But you aren't a novel, she said.

There are no coroners in Paraguay.

Age, Henry, may a little modify our emotions— it does not destroy them.

Unlike him, she retained a kind of hope. Hope is an instinct only the reasoning mind can kill. An animal never knows despair.

A big wardrobe stood open and two white suits hung there like the last teeth in an old mouth.

The cabin-passenger wrote in his diary a parody of Descartes: 'I feel discomfort, therefore I am alive.

Those doubts you have I can assure you I know them too. But couldn't we perhaps go over together the philosophical arguments ... to help us both?

penalties of the ecclesiastical kind began to seem unreal in a state where the only penalty was the civil one of death.

I suppose it was only one more indication of a human being's capacity for self-deception, our baseless optimism that is so much more appalling than our despair.

How much treachery is always nourished in little overworked centres of somebody else's idealism

God save us always,' I said, 'from the innocent and the good.

All right. I know I'm behaving badly, and I'm going to go on behaving badly. This is a situation where people do behave badly.