But personally, I think [sainthood] is not so much the growth of virtue, as simply the replacement of prior vices with an addiction to one's god.
Everyone has some kind of philosophy, some general worldview, which to men of other views will seem mythological.
That not adhering to those notions Reason dictates (concerning the nature of God), has been the occasion of all superstition, and those innumerable mischiefs that mankind (on account of religion) have done to themselves or to one another.
I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.
But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.
I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all...
The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.
My life is so bad that it's worse than it really is.
I can't prove it yet know it when I seem it.
...remember that what has once been done may be done again.
I'm as apolitical as possible. I don't hang out with too many people. I'm a loner. For the most part, when I show up, I read a book or work on my computer, and stay out of everybody else's way.
90% of life is showing up. I'm staying home to wait for the other 10%.
I'm not looking for a happy ending. I'm looking for a new beginning.
Your destiny will not carry you over the long and winding path of life. You must walk it yourself.
Everything is going to be right at the end. If it's not right, then it is not the end.
Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth.
Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words,-Wait and hope.
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from a ride With the Lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger.
Taken together, New Labour policies have helped to build a series of overlapping chav caricatures: the feckless, the non-aspirational, the scrounger, the dysfunctional and the disorderly. To hear this sort of rhetoric from Labour, rather than the Tor...
You can admire the way someone meets hard circumstances, but you can't admire him because of them.
Strange how you could become a man's god without noticing.
