All writers who can claim to be called 'living' must be political in a sense. They must have what the Quakers call… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
... the truth is exactly that which can't be got into words. We are forced to lie, a little or, if we… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
A politician is forced to make a habit of noble phrases and optimistic lies. In the end they infect himself. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
In my firm, we dealt in lies. Advertising is that ... the skilful use of the truth to mislead, to spoil, to debase. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Truth is the only good and the purest pity. ... Men lie for profit or for pity. All lies turn to poison,… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Inevitably, the flood of literary pornography loosed on us is dulling our reactions of surprise or shock. Its writers are forced to raise the… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
No form of art repeats or imitates successfully all that can be said by another; the writer conveys his experience of life along a… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
All writers who can claim to be called 'living' must be political in a sense. They must have what the Quakers call a concern… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Language is one of the thin walls humanity has built up over centuries against its own bestial and destructive impulses. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
