Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return.
A man is a form of life that dreams in order to act and acts in order to dream.
Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.
Men will pay large sums to whores for telling them they are not bores.
There are not many English novels which deserve to be called great: Parade's End is one of them.
It's impossible to represent a saint [in Art]. It becomes boring. Perhaps because he is, like the Saturday Evening Post people, inthe position of having almost infinitely free will.