“A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?"Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly."Is that all the money you have in the world?"She nodded."Then four francs and twenty sous it is.”
Iain Pears“I learned that I' have to be detached if I was ever to achieve anything at all.”
Iain Pears“In a world of chemically induced sanity, a little lunacy confers immense advantages.”
Iain Pears, Arcadia“Civilization depends on continually making the effort, of never giving in. It needs to be cared for by men of goodwill, protected from the dark.”
Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio“[Pope] Clement waved his hands in irritation as if to dismiss the very idea. "The world is crumbling into ruin. Armies are marching. Men and women are dying everywhere, in huge numbers. Fields are abandoned and towns deserted. The wrath of the Lord is upon us and He may be intending to destroy the whole of creation. People are without leaders and direction. They want to be given a reason for this, so they can be reassured, so they will return to their prayers and their obiediences. All this is going on, and you are concerned about the safety of two Jews?”
Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio“Do you wish to speak in Provençal, French, or Latin? They are all I can manage, I'm afraid.""Any will do," the rabbi replied in Provençal."Splendid. Latin it is," said Pope Clement.”
Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio“He (William Cort) had some desire to be successful, but it did not burn so strongly in him that he was prepared to overcome his character to achieve it.”
Iain Pears, Stone's Fall“The evil done by men of goodwill is the worst of all ... We have done terrible things, for the best of reasons, and that makes it worse.”
Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio“He who profits by villainy, has perpetrated it.”
Iain Pears, An Instance of the Fingerpost“A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?"Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly."Is that all the money you have in the world?"She nodded."Then four francs and twenty sous it is.”
Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio