With the end of the nominating process, American politics leaves logic behind.
In going to sleep he had learned to vanquish light, and now the light could not rewake him.
They made me see that the world was beautiful if you were beautiful, and that you couldn't get unless you gave. And you had to give without wanting to get.
Gawaine and Gareth took turns with the fat ass, one of them whacking it while the other rode bareback.
He who is created by television can be destroyed by television.
It is only the people who are lacking, or bad, or inferior, who have to be good at things.
Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle.
When a reporter sits down at the typewriter, he's nobody's friend.
It is like…I don't know what. Not like silk. It is more like pouring water, only there is something cloudy about it too. The clouds are made of water, aren't they? Is it a pale mist, or a winter sea, or a waterfall, or a hayrick in the frost? Yes, it is a hayrick, deep and soft and full of scent.
Education is experience, and the essence of experience is self-reliance.
If it takes a million years for a fish to become a reptile, has Man, in our few hundred, altered out of recognition?
An ordinary fellow, who did not spend half his life torturing himself by trying to discover what was right so as to conquer his inclination towards what was wrong, might have cut the knot which brought their ruin.
He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.
I never could stomach these nationalists, he exclaimed. The destiny of Man is to unite, not to divide. If you keep on dividing you end up as a collection of monkeys throwing nuts at each other out of separate trees.
There is a thing called knowledge of the world, which people do not have until they are middle-aged. It is something which cannot be taught to younger people, because it is not logical and does not obey laws that are constant. It has no rules.
Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.
My boy, you shall be everything in the world, animal, vegetable, mineral, protista, or virus, for all I care-before I have done with you-but you will have to trust my superior backsight. The time is not yet ripe for you to be a hawk... so you may as well sit down for the moment and learn to be a human being.
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
If you make a living, if you earn your own money, you're free - however free one can be on this planet.
It has to be admitted that starving nations never seem to be quite so starving that they cannot afford to have far more expensive armaments than anybody else.
We have had a good time while we were young, but it is in the nature of Time to fly.
How can you have boundaries if you fly? Those ants of yours—and the humans too—would have to stop fighting in the end, if they took to the air. I like fighting, said the Wart. It is knightly. Because you're a baby.
The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.
In war, our elders may give the orders...but it is the young who have to fight.
He had conquered murder, to be faced with war. There were no Laws for that.
For happiness is only a bye-product of function, as light is a bye-product of the electric current running through the wires. If the current cannot run efficiently, the light does not come. That is why nobody finds happiness, who seeks it on its own account.
The race will find that capitalists and communists modify themselves so much during the ages that they end by being indistinguishable as democrats...
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
The snow-haired Uncle Dap, so old as to be absolutely fabulous, was trying to jump over his walking-stick.
Wherever they went and wherever they slept, the east wind whistled in the reeds, and the geese went over high in the starlight, honking at the stars.
Yes Wart' said Merlyn 'Or rather, as I should say (or is it have I said?), Yes, King Arthur.
It happened like this in the world. Old things lost their grip and dropped away; not always because they were bad things, but sometimes because the new things were more bad, and stronger.
Unfortunately we have tried to establish Right by Might, and you just can't do that.
I can see that you spoke in ignorance, and I bitterly regret that I should have been so petty as to take offence where none was intended.
Mordred and Agravaine thought Arthur hypocritical—as all decent men must be, if you assume that decency can't exist.
Thank God for the aged And for age itself, and illness and the grave. When we are old and ill, and particularly in the coffin, It is no trouble to behave.
You have become the king of a domain in which the popular agitators hate each other for racial reasons, while the nobility fight each other for fun, and neither the racial maniac nor the overlord stops to consider the lot of the common soldier, who is the one person that gets hurt.
The flood of money that gushes into politics today is a pollution of democracy.
We have invented a moral sense which is rotting now that we can't give it employment, and when a moral sense begins to rot, it is worse than when you had none. I suppose that all endeavors which are directed to a purely worldly end, as my precious civilization was, contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.
He knew suddenly that nobody, living upon the remotest, most barren crag in the ocean, could complain of a dull landscape so long as he would lift his eyes. In the sky there was a new landscape every minute, in every pool of the sea rocks, a new world.
But his heart had been made as a match for Elaine's, and now it was unable to bear the burden which hers had been forced to lay down.
I will tell you something else, King, which may be a surprise for you. It will not happen for hundreds of years, but both of us are to come back.
When the bus or the plane rolled or flew through the night, they sang songs of their own composition about Mr Nixon and the Republicans in chorus with the Kennedy staff and felt that they, too, were marching like soldiers of the Lord to the New Frontier.