It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.

It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.

Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O Lord, give me money, only money.

What can the England of 1940 have in common with the England of 1840? But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.

All rulers in all ages have tried to impose a false view of the world upon their followers.

I doubt whether classical education ever has been or can be successfully carried out without corporal punishment.