No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

I was taught to think about mission and people. Mission. What are you trying to accomplish? Don't do anything until you know what the mission is. Drilled into our hearts and into our heads.

As I learnt very early in my life in Whitehall the acid test of any political question is: What is the alternative?

The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.

It is my feeling that Time ripens all things with Time all things are revealed Time is the father of truth.

Being a good director is knowing sometimes when not to say something.

Titles are not only important, they are essential for me. I cannot write without a title

Doncaster will hit Villa with fire and broomstick.

The tree which fills the arms grew from the tiniest sprout.

Believe flatterers and you're lost; believe your enemies and you despair.

If history is a record of survivors, Poetry shelters other voices.