Quotes about Perspective

It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell. He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the same places, and some new ones.

I was pretty well through with the subject. At one time or another I had probably considered it from most of its various angles, including the one that certain injuries or imperfections are a subject of merriment while remaining quite serious for the person possessing them.

This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

There is no reason why because it is dark you should look at things differently from when it is light. The hell there isn't!

I would not kill even a Bishop. I would not kill a proprietor of any kind. I would make them work each day as we have worked in the fields and as we work in the mountains with the timber, all of the rest of their lives. So they would see what man is born to. That they should sleep where we sleep. That they should eat as we eat. But above all that they should work. Thus they would learn.

Why did you do it? — I don't know. Here isn't always an explanation for everything. — Oh isn't there? I was brought up to think there was. — That's awfully nice. — Do We have to go on and talk this way? — No. — That's a relief. Isn't it?

You go along your whole life and they seem as though they mean something and they always end up not meaning anything.

She said that nothing is done to oneself that one does not accept and that if I love someone it would take it all away. What

I suppose it is possible to live as full a life in seventy hours as on seventy years; granted that your life has been full up to the time that the seventy hours start and that you have reached a certain age.

So if your life trades its seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know it. And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the

It is not basically a question of the size in repose, I said. It is the size that it becomes. It is also a question of angle.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor what ease it could be reached. It was always worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it.