It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.

I do dislike people with Moral Aims. Everyone asks me why I learn Arabic, and when I say I just like it, they looked shocked and incredulous.

The monstrosity of bureaucracy, I thought: always the pint-pot judging the gallon, the scribe's, the door-keeper's world. Always the stupidity of people who feel certain about things they never try to find out. A world that educates people to be ignorant - that is what this world of ours is.

We love those people who give with humility, or who accept with ease.

Things good in themselves ... perfectly valid in the integrity of their origins, become fetters if they cannot alter.

There is generosity in giving, but gentleness in receiving.

Your real progressives are never fair: they are never sufficiently neutral.