ROBERT BOLT

When statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties, they lead their country by a short route to chaos.

When a man takes an oath... he's holding his own self in his own hands. Like water.

If we lived in a State where virtue was profitable, common sense would make us good, and greed would make us saintly. And we'd live like animals or angels in the happy land that /needs/ no heroes. But since in fact we see that avarice, anger, envy, pride, sloth, lust and stupidity commonly profit far beyond humility, chastity, fortitude, justice and thought, and have to choose, to be human at all... why then perhaps we /must/ stand fast a little --even at the risk of being heroes.

The law is not a 'light' for you or any man to see by; the law is not an instrument of any kind. The law is a causeway upon which so long as he keeps to it a citizen may walk safely.

Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A complicated gesture learnt from books.

Doin' nothing's a dangerous occupation.

Some men think the earth is round, others think it flat. It is a matter capable of question. But if it is flat, will the king's command make it round. And if it is round, will the king's command flatten it?

This account of him [Thomas More] developed as I wrote: what first attracted me was a person who could not be accused of any incapacity for life, who indeed seized life in great variety and almost greedy quantities, who nevertheless found something in himself without which life was valueless and when that was denied him was able to grasp his death.

Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.

The man who tells lies hides the truth, but the man who tells half-lies has forgotten where he put it.

Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

The law is not a 'light' for you or any man to see by; the law is not an instrument of any kind. The law is a causeway upon which so long as he keeps to it a citizen may walk safely.

Good marriages are made in heaven. Or some such place.

It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales!

Some men think the earth is round, others think it flat. It is a matter capable of question. But if it is flat, will the king's command make it round. And if it is round, will the king's command flatten it?

I'd give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety's sake.

When statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties, they lead their country by a short route to chaos.

This account of him [Thomas More] developed as I wrote: what first attracted me was a person who could not be accused of any incapacity for life, who indeed seized life in great variety and almost greedy quantities, who nevertheless found something in himself without which life was valueless and when that was denied him was able to grasp his death.

I wish we could all have good luck, all the time! I wish we had wings! I wish rain water was beer!

Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A complicated gesture learnt from books.

If we lived in a State where virtue was profitable, common sense would make us good, and greed would make us saintly. And we'd live like animals or angels in the happy land that /needs/ no heroes. But since in fact we see that avarice, anger, envy, pride, sloth, lust and stupidity commonly profit far beyond humility, chastity, fortitude, justice and thought, and have to choose, to be human at all... why then perhaps we /must/ stand fast a little --even at the risk of being heroes.

I am used to hear bad men misuse the name of God, yet God exists.

When a man takes an oath... he's holding his own self in his own hands. Like water.

I'm breathing . . . are you breathing too? It's nice, isn't it?

Thomas More: ...And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned around on you--where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country's planted thick with laws from coast to coast--man's laws, not God's--and if you cut them down...d'you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? Yes, I'd give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety's sake.

The man who tells lies hides the truth, but the man who tells half-lies has forgotten where he put it.

Your taste in music is excellent. It exactly coinsides with my own!

Thomas More: Will, I'd trust you with my life. But not your principles. You see, we speak of being anchored to our principles. But if the weather turns nasty you up with an anchor and let it down where there's less wind, and the fishing's better. And "Look," we say, "look, I'm anchored! To my principles!

Doin' nothing's a dangerous occupation.