Rebecca West Quotes
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He is every other inch a gentleman.
Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.
A good cause has to be careful of the company it keeps.
He does not so much split his infinitives as disembowel them.
The law, like art, is always vainly racing to catch up with experience.
The choice between law and justice is an easy one for courageous minds.
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
Life ought to be a struggle of desire towards adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
It is queer how it is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.
So life ought to be a struggle of desire towards adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.
There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?
I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.
Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.
To make laws is a human instinct that arises as soon as food and shelter have been ensured, among all peoples, everywhere.
If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on its headstone might well be: "It seemed a good idea at the time."
"Did St. Francis preach to the birds?" asked Kate. "Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to cats."
Submission to unhappiness is the unpardonable sin against the spirit just as submission to poverty is the unpardonable sin against the body.
There was a definite process by which one made people into friends, and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat.
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.