It was called a tribute before a battle and a ransom afterwards. T. H. White More Quotes by T. H. White More Quotes From T. H. White Believe me, the so-called primitive races who worshipped animals as gods were not so daft as people choose to pretend. At least they were humble. Why should not God have come to the earth as an earth-worm? There are a great many more worms than men, and they do a great deal more good. T. H. White humble animal believe Yes, that is the equality of man. Slaughter anybody who is better than you are, and then we shall be equal soon enough. All equally dead. T. H. White slaughter soon-enough men If God is supposed to be merciful,' [Arthur] retorted, 'I don't see why He shouldn't allow people to stumble into heaven, just as well as climb there T. H. White arthur heaven people Grown-ups have developed an unpleasant habit of comforting themselves for their degradation by pretending that children are childish. T. H. White degradation comforting children There is one fairly good reason for fighting - and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a great wickedness, perhaps the greatest wickedness of a wicked species. They are so wicked that they must not be allowed. When you can be perfectly certain that the other man started them, then is the time when you might have a sort of duty to stop them. T. H. White fighting men war Middle-aged people can balance between believing in God and breaking all the commandments without difficulty. T. H. White balance believe people Aviators live by hours, not by days. T. H. White aviation flight hours I think I ought to have some eddication,"said the Wart, "I can't think of anything to do. T. H. White warts said thinking If it takes a million years for a fish to become a reptile, has Man, in our few hundred, altered out of recognition? T. H. White reptiles men years Were they, for some purpose almost too cunning for belief, only disguised as themselves? T. H. White cunning purpose belief It is good to put your life in other people's hands. T. H. White hands people Love is a trick played on us by the forces of evolution. Pleasure is the bait laid down by the same. There is only power. Power is of the individual mind but the mind's power is not enough. Power of the body decides everything in the end and only might is right. T. H. White bait mind love-is They had a year of joy, twelve months of the strange heaven which the salmon know on beds of river shingle, under the gin-clear water. For twenty-four years they were guilty, but this first year was the only one which seemed like happiness. Looking back on it, when they were old, they did not remember that in this year it had ever rained or frozen. The four seasons were coloured like the edge of a rose petal for them. T. H. White rose rivers years They made me see that the world was beautiful if you were beautiful, and that you couldn't get unless you gave. And you had to give without wanting to get. T. H. White beautiful giving world Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury. T. H. White confusion hatred giving People commit suicide through weakness, not through strength. T. H. White weakness suicide people Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle. T. H. White dozen reason war She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer. T. H. White unrequited-love pain heart Unfortunately we have tried to establish Right by Might, and you can 't do that. T. H. White might It is a pity that there are no big creatures to prey on humanity. If there were enough dragons and rocs, perhaps mankind would turn its might against them. Unfortunately man is preyed upon by microbes, which are too small to be appreciated. T. H. White dragons humanity men