“Marx’s ultimate motives may well have been envy and spite, but this does not prove that his conclusions were false.” – George Orwell, “Arthur Koestler”
“If it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on the top of St. Paul’s, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. A poet is Atlantic and lion in one. While one drowns us the other gnaws us. If we survive the teeth, we succumb to the waves. A man who can destroy illusions is both beast and flood. Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life—(and so on for six pages if you will, but the style is tedious and may as well be dropped.)” – Virginia Woolf, Orlando
“It is no use pretending that in an age like our own, ‘good’ poetry can have any genuine popularity. It is, and must be, the cult of a very few people, the least tolerated of the arts. Perhaps that statement needs a certain amount of qualification. True poetry can sometimes be acceptable to the mass of the people when it disguises itself as something else. One can see an example of this in the folk-poetry that England still possesses, certain nursery rhymes and mnemonic rhymes, for instance, and the songs that soldiers make up, including the words that go to some of the bugle-calls. But in general ours is a civilization in which the very word ‘poetry’ evokes a hostile snigger or, at best, the sort of frozen disgust that most people feel when they hear the word ‘God’. If you are good at playing the concertina you could probably go into the nearest public bar and get yourself an appreciative audience within five minutes. But what would be the attitude of that same audience if you suggested reading them Shakespeare’s sonnets, for instance?” – George Orwell, “Rudyard Kipling”
“No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.” – Virginia Woolf, Orlando
“All left-wing parties in the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something which they do not really wish to destroy. They have internationalist aims, and at the same time they struggle to keep up a standard of life with which those aims are incompatible.” – George Orwell, “Rudyard Kipling”
“No one, in our time, believes in any sanction greater than military power; no one believes that it is possible to overcome force except by greater force. There is no ‘Law’, there is only power. I am not saying that that is a true belief, merely that it is the belief which all modern men do actually hold. Those who pretend otherwise are either intellectual cowards, or power-worshippers under a thin disguise, or have simply not caught up with the age they are living in.” – George Orwell, “Rudyard Kipling”
“In the long run—it is important to remember that it is only in the long run—the working class remains the most reliable enemy of Fascism, simply because the working-class stands to gain most by a decent reconstruction of society. Unlike other classes or categories, it can’t be permanently bribed. To say this is not to idealize the working class.” – George Orwell, “Looking Back on the Spanish War”
“One of the essential experiences of war is never being able to escape from disgusting smells of human origin.” – George Orwell, “Looking Back on the Spanish War”
“Dark came and I asked him what the trees do at night.
‘The sick ones cry,’ he said.
‘And the well?’
‘The well cry for the sick.’ “
– Michael Hurley, “Saint Francis’ Last Day”
“When I’m alone, I take up my pen, intending to write. I bite my nails. I wear out my forehead. No good. Good night. The god is absent. I’d persuaded myself that I had some genius, but at the end of a line I read that I am a fool, a fool, a fool.” – Denis Diderot, Rameau’s Nephew (trans. Ian C. Johnston)
“If it’s important to be sublimely good at anything, it’s above all necessary with being bad. People spit on a petty cheat, but they can’t hold back a certain respect for a grand criminal.” – Denis Diderot, Rameau’s Nephew (trans. Ian C. Johnston)
“No one, not even a pretty woman who wakes up with a pimple on her nose, is as moody as an author who threatens to outlive his reputation.” – Denis Diderot, Rameau’s Nephew (trans. Ian C. Johnston)
“It would seem that man thinks himself insufficiently supplied with faults, for he increases the number by sundry strange qualities which he affects and cultivates with such diligence that they finally become faults so natural to him that he can no longer correct them.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Of all our failings laziness is the least known to us. None is more powerful or more malignant, although its ravages are hidden. If we examine carefully into its influence we shall find that it is invariably mistress of our sentiments, interests and pleasures. It is an octopus which holds up the greatest ships; it is a flat calm more dangerous to important ventures than reefs or hurricanes. The indolence of sloth has a subtle and hidden charm for our souls which suspends our most ardent efforts, and crumbles our firmest resolutions.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Weakness, rather than vice, is the antithesis of virtue.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Every passion makes us commit faults, but love leads us into the most ridiculous blunders.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Vivacity in the old is not far removed from foolishness.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“The worst form of ridicule to which old people, once charming, are susceptible, is to forget that they are no longer attractive.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Each age of life is new to us, and we find ourselves hampered by inexperience regardless of our years.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Praising the mighty for the virtues they do not possess is one method of insulting them with impunity.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Folly may be cured; an evil mind never.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Why is it that our memory recalls even the minutest details of our experiences, but cannot recall how many times we have told the same story to the same person?” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Some well-disguised falsehoods so cleverly simulate truth that it were ill-advised not to be deceived by them.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“We can forgive people who bore us, but never those whom we bore.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Laziness with all its indolence is often the most absolute sovereign; it encroaches upon all the plans and acts of our lives, and, little by little, saps and destroys our passions and our virtues.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“We flatter ourselves that we quit our vices; in reality our vices quit us.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Vices are as often component parts of virtues as poisons are of healing potions; shrewdness combines and blends them to relieve the ills of life.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Many would never have fallen in love, had they never heard the term.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“Judged by its consequences, love is more akin to hate than to affection.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)
“The Philosophers’ scorn of wealth was but their secret ambition to exalt their merit above fortune by deriding those blessings which Fate denied them. It was a ruse to shield them from the sordidness of poverty, and a subterfuge to attain that distinction which they could not achieve by wealth.” – François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims (trans. John Heard)