This above all: To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. (“Hamlet”)
I think Margaret Thatcher started it, the greed thing, people just wanting more and more. And we’ve lost our morals to some extent. And the church has weakened. People don’t believe in anything apart from money and success.
Do what you think you should be doing. You’re usually right.
I shall not today attempt further to define the kinds of material I understand to be embraced within that shorthand description (of obscenity); and perhaps I could never succeed in intelligibly doing so. But I know it when I see it.
From the American newspapers, you’d think America was populated by naked women and cinema stars.
Human beings do not do all evil of which they are capable.
Whenever conscience speaks with a divided, uncertain, and disputed voice, it is not the voice of God. Descend still deeper into yourself, until you hear nothing but a clear, undivided voice, a voice which does away with doubt and brings with it persuasion, light, and serenity.
America may be unique in being a country which has leapt from barbarism to decadence without touching civilization.
The instinctive sense of the dishonor which money-purchase does to art is so strong that sometimes a man of letters who can pay his way otherwise refuses pay for his work, as Lord Byron did, for a while, from a noble pride, and as Count Tolstoy has tried to do, from a noble conscience.