I fear that within 10 years gays, trade union activists and left wing politicians will be led off to the gas chambers.
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
There is one court whose findings are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast.
I wonder, now, about interrogation chambers: why do they think bright light brings the truth out of people? They should try the seduction of shadows, where you cannot watch your words hit their target.
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Shamefully we now learn that Saddam's torture chambers reopened under new management, U. S. management.
Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.
As long as His Majesty is sick, I will move my bed to his chambers, the better to care for him.
Most artists create foundations where they put their own work. Here I'm not putting my own work. I'm just creating the chambers.
But there's something about the simplicity of Auschwitz. . . there's just nothing. There's just photographs, there's a room full of limbs, a room full of hair, and then you go into the place where the gas chambers were. You walk down these halls and the efficiency of it is so inhuman. The place is so powerful, just for its utter bald, bare simplicity.
I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?
I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking from the place where beauty and bravery meet--within the chambers of a quivering heart.
A fantastic model of collaboration: thinking partners who aren't echo chambers.
If we believe in the rebirth of our civilization. . . then clearly this renaissance must begin in the chambers of our own hearts. . . We cannot wait for society to change, or for our institutions to be renewed. We, as individuals, must assume responsibility for our own personal transformation.
Our generation is realistic, for we have come to know man as he really is. After all, man is that being who invented the gas chambers of Auschwitz; however, he is also that being who entered those gas chambers upright, with the Lord's Prayer or the Shema Yisrael on his lips.
I'm not saying that the gas chambers didn't exist. I couldn't see them myself.
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
Empty Chambers make foolish maides.
I once played the chief part in a rather exciting business without ever once budging from London. And the joke of it was that the man who went out to look for adventure only saw a bit of the game, and I who sat in my chambers saw it all and pulled the strings. 'They also serve who only stand and wait,' you know.
