The whole world is like the human body with its various members. Pain in one member is felt in the whole body.
Learning is just remembering slowly, like simmer coming to boil.
The kind of violence one should fear is always quiet and comes all wrapped up in words like Love until you live with it daily and you value only that which is valuable to the violator.
After eating a hundred mice, the cat makes a hadj to Mecca.
Fiction. . . . It's like goading a mongoose and a cobra into battle and staying with them to see who wins.
If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.
Every question "runs in a vicious circle" because political life as a whole is an endless chain consisting of an infinite number of links. The whole art of politics lies in finding and taking as firm a grip as we can of the link that is least likely to be struck from our hands, the one that is most important at the given moment, the one that most of all guarantees its possessor the possession of the whole chain.
What shall I give Thee, Master? Thou who didst die for me! How can I give less than give of my best, When Thou hast given all to me! What shall I give Thee, Master? Thou who didst die for me! How can I give less than all of my best, I must give all to Thee!
Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.