How often the priest had heard the same confession--Man was so limited: he hadn't even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness? — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“What is cowardice in the young is wisdom in the old, but all the same one can be ashamed of wisdom.” — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“Knowledge was the great thing--not abstract knowledge in which Dr. Forester had been so rich, the theories which lead one enticingly on with their… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“He had thought that home was something one possessed, but the things one had possessed were cursed with change; it was what one didn't… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved. — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“He said, ‘Oh god, help her. Damn me, I deserve it, but let her live forever.’ This was the love he should have felt… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“A police photograph is like a passport photograph: the intelligence which casts a veil over the crude common shape is never recorded by the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
