Stafford Cripps has a brilliant mind, until he makes it up.
I have no face, only two profiles clapped together.
From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.
There is nothing more perplexing in life than to know at what point you should surrender your intellect to your faith.
What a pity, when Christopher Colombus discovered America, that he ever mentioned it.
It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American people, while infinitely generous, are a hard and strong race and, but for the few cemeteries I have seen, I am inclined to think they never die.
Truthfulness with me is hardly a virtue. I cannot discriminate between truths that and those that don’t need to be told.
Symbols are the imaginative signposts of life.
She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.
He could never see a belt without hitting below it.
She spends her day powdering her face till she looks like a bled pig.
The Bible tells us to forgive our enemies, not our friends.
Haunted from my early youth by the transitoriness and pathos of life, I was aware that it is not enough to say “I am doing no harm,” I ought to be testing myself daily, and asking myself what I am really achieving.
There are some people that you cannot change, you must either swallow them whole or leave them alone.
The spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.
Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.
Rich men’s houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.
There are big men, men of intellect, intellectual men, men of talent and men of action; but the great man is difficult to find, and it needs – apart from discernment – a certain greatness to find him.
All I can say about my mind is that, like a fire carefully laid by a good housemaid, it is one that any match will light...
The power to love what is purely abstract is given to few.