The perfect is the enemy of the good.
Un bon mot ne prouve rien.
What is past is prologue.
The majority of my work is about preparation.
All I have to do is to work on transition and technique.
A war with Pakistan would be an utter disaster.
Cunning... is but the low mimic of wisdom.
The beginning of wisdom is to desire it.
It is therefore no wonder that modern thought, to the extent that it reduces man from a spiritual to a purely biological entity, elevates the state of inexorable competition, conflict, and self-serving aggression from a tragic lapse of our ordained d...
Can you not see death as the friend and deliverer? It means stripping off that body which is tormenting you. What are you afraid of? Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave it with regret?
The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes. They cannot sound otherwise to those who have not had the relevant experience: that is why there is no real t...
It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible Gods and Goddesses. To remember that the dullest, and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship.
When we talk today about receptiveness to stories, we tend to contrast that attitude to one governed by reason - we talk about freeing ourselves from the shackles of the rational mind and that sort of thing - but no belief was more central to Lewis's...
They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music that we'll never play All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday They can take the future that we'll never know They can take the pla...
Morse stared morosely at the blotting paper. "It's just not my sort of case, Lewis. I know it's not a very nice thing to say, but I just get on better when we've got a body - a body that died from unnatural causes. That's all I ask. And we haven't go...
Louis Connelly: [shouting across the road to Lyla] Lyla! Lyla! Lyla! [Smile fades] Marshall: [Coming up behind Lewis] Lewis! Do you remember what dad used to say about princesses, huh? They're always looking for their prince... and you aint no prince...
Age is not important unless you're a cheese.
We live in an age of mediocrity.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
All art is about appealing to emotion.
