History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.
Belgium is modernizing itself and it gives me joy.
But if our hopes are betrayed, if we are forced to resist the invasion of our soil, and to defend our threatened homes, this duty, however hard it may be, will find us armed and resolved upon the greatest sacrifices.
One single vision fills all minds: that of our independence endangered. One single duty imposes itself upon our wills: the duty of stubborn resistance.
In these troubled times we live in, we should remain vigilant and see through populist arguments.
The crisis of the 1930s and the populist reactions of that time must not be forgotten.
I always write a draft version of the novel in which I try to develop, not the story, not the plot, but the possibilities of the plot. I write without thinking much, trying to overcome all kinds of self-criticism, without stopping, without giving any consideration to the style or structure of the novel, only putting down on paper everything that can be used as raw material, very crude material for later development in the story.
I have sometimes thought that people are, in a sort, happy, that nothing can put out of countenance with themselves, though they neither have nor merit other people's.
It is very easy to accuse a government of imperfection, for all mortal things are full of it.
When I see Steve Davis I see two letters. . . C S. . . Cue Sorceror.