Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.
No one can estimate the power of authority among poor and uneducated people in a world whose problems confuse even the wisest.
Funeral expenses are the curse of the poor everywhere on earth, they are wasteful and unnecessary, they are the price of foolish ostentation and a display that is less an evidence of grief than a vulgar travesty of those pompous obsequies where no grief is.
To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it’s true. It’s a new world every heart beat.
All art is bad, but modern art is the worst.
The most effective teacher will always be biased, for the chief force in teaching is confidence and enthusiasm.
The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.
I write the big scenes first, that is, the scenes that carry the meaning of the book, the emotional experience.
An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.
No honest hardworking official likes to see good money disappearing into the hands of the Treasury at the end of the financial year.
It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn’t know – and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.
Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.
Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
Love doesn’t grow on trees like apples in Eden – it’s something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too...
Remember I’m an artist. And you know what that means in a court of law. Next worst to an actress.
Plantie is a very strong Protestant, that is to say, he’s against all churches, especially the Protestant: and he thinks a lot of Buddha, Karma and Confucius. He is also a bit of an anarchist and three or four years ago he took up Einstein and vitamins.
A world in everlasting conflict between the new idea and the old allegiances, new arts and new inventions against the old establishment.
It was as dark as the inside of a cabinet minister.
Life would die without poets, and democracy must have its spellbinders.
The fear of hell, the punishment of sin, how the modern parent revolts from such teaching. Yet I will assert that far from doing us children harm, it was a sure foundation to the world of our confidence, a master girder in our palace of delight.