Hate Is A Lack Of Imagination.

For An Artist To Think In Terms Of Success Is Like A Priest Trying To Think In Terms Of Success.

Oh, She Doesn't Belong To Anybody Now,' He Said, And Suddenly I Saw Her For What She Was - A Piece Of Refuse Waiting To Be Cleared Away: If You Needed A Bit Of Hair You Could Take It, Or Trim Her Nails If Nail Trimmings Had Value To You. Like A Saint's Her Bones Could Be Divided Up - If Anybody Required Them. She Was Going To Be Burnt Soon, So Why Shouldn't Everybody Have What He Wanted First? What A Fool I Had Been During Three Years To Imagine That In Any Way I Had Possessed Her. We Are All Possessed By Nobody, Not Even By Ourselves.

I Write About Situations That Are Common, Universal Might Be More Correct, In Which My Characters Are Involved And From Which Only Faith Can Redeem Them, Though Often The Actual Manner Of The Redemption Is Not Immediately Clear. They Sin, But There Is No Limit To God's Mercy And Because This Is Important, There Is A Difference Between Not Confessing In Fact, And The Complacent And The Pious May Not Realize It.

A Murderer Is Regarded By The Conventional World As Something Almost Monstrous, But A Murderer To Himself Is Only An Ordinary Man. It Is Only If The Murderer Is A Good Man That He Can Be Regarded As Monstrous.

Death Will Come In Any Case, And There Is A Long Afterwards If The Priests Are Right And Nothing To Fear If They Are Wrong.