Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming. . . suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.
When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
I learned. . . that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?
The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself - and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.
In conversation, points arise! If a human being converses much, it is impossible for him to avoid the truth! (Hercule Poirot)
At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't. . . " He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.
Piety sometimes gives birth to scruples, and faith to superstition, when they are not directed by wisdom and knowledge.
Killing an animal to make a coat is sin. It wasn't meant to be, and we have no right to do it.
Is it possible to be totally partial?