Arthur Joyce Lunel Cary (7 December 1888 – 29 March 1957) was an Irish novelist.
No doubt any connoisseur, any collector, some bored old millionaire when he shows off his treasures, is seeking in your praise the resurrection and the life.
God is a character, a real and consistent being, or He is nothing. If God did a miracle He would deny His own nature and the universe would simply blow up, vanish, become nothing.
What is it in the actor, the stage, that casts so powerful a spell on the young imagination?
The only good government. . . Is a bad one in a hell of a fright.
Life would die without poets, and democracy must have its spellbinders.
No one can estimate the power of authority among poor and uneducated people in a world whose problems confuse even the wisest.
Sara could commit adultery at one end and weep for her sins at the other, and enjoy both operations at once.
A perfect God is the creation of a conceited man
Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.
The most effective teacher will always be biased, for the chief force in teaching is confidence and enthusiasm.
Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.
What I say to an artist is, 'When you can't paint - paint.
The principal fact of life is the free mind.
It is sometimes said that toleration should be refused to the intolerant. In practice this would destroy it. . . The only remedy for dogmatism and lies is toleration and the greatest possible liberty of expression.
To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat.
An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.
It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.
Funeral expenses are the curse of the poor everywhere on earth, they are wasteful and unnecessary, they are the price of foolish ostentation and a display that is less an evidence of grief than a vulgar travesty of those pompous obsequies where no grief is.
The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it; that he who is weak must suffer; that he who demands love will be disappointed; that he who is greedy will not be fed; that he who seeks peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die.
Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.