Society and the World

See that little stream—we could walk to it in two minutes. It took the British a month to walk it—a whole empire walking very slowly, dying in front and pushing forward behind. And another empire walked very slowly backward a few inches a day, leaving the dead like a million bloody rugs.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

Her voice is full of money.

Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me.

Hell, I never vote for anybody. I always vote against.

Hell, I never vote for anybody. I always vote against.

The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.

My tongue swore, but my mind’s unsworn. Hippolytus lamenting his breaking of an oath

Everything has two handles, by one of which it ought to be carried and by the other not.

If a man write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap than his neighbour, tho’ he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.

If a man write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap than his neighbour, tho’ he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.

The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one.

The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.

Make yourself necessary to someone.

Here once the embattled farmers stood,

Here once the embattled farmers stood,

One of the low on whom assurance sits

But at my back from time to time I hear

I think we are in rats’ alley

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

And the wind shall say: ‘Here were decent godless people: