Joyce Cary — Irish Novelist born on December 07, 1888, died on March 29, 1957

Arthur Joyce Lunel Cary was an Irish novelist... (wikipedia)

It is a tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - the less a man knows, the more sure it is that he knows everything.
Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.
For good and evil, man is a free creative spirit. This produces the very queer world we live in, a world in continuous creation and therefore continuous change and insecurity.
The will is never free - it is always attached to an object, a purpose. It is simply the engine in the car - it can't steer.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.