Hoffman Quotes

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

~ Paul Hoffman

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.

~ Paul Hoffman

t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while there may be just wars and unjust wars, there are never any cheap wars.

~ Paul Hoffman

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

~ Paul Hoffman

...the older I get, the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.

~ Paul Hoffman

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

~ Paul Hoffman

The heart of a man is a small thing but it desires great matters. It is not big enough for a dog’s dinner but the whole world is not big enough for it. Man spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. From the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound; from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child.(...)And who will exterminate him who exterminates all others?

~ Paul Hoffman

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

~ Paul Hoffman

... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

~ Paul Hoffman

...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one...

~ Paul Hoffman

...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration — there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return.

~ Paul Hoffman

Hypocrites,’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

~ Paul Hoffman

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days.

~ Paul Hoffman

- Why you?- (...) I’m the best.- Modest of you.- I am the best. Modesty has nothing to say about it.

~ Paul Hoffman

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

~ Paul Hoffman

Many are called, few are chosen.

~ Paul Hoffman

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.

~ Paul Hoffman