The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
~ Iris Murdoch

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Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
~ Iris Murdoch

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Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
~ Iris Murdoch

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The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone’s life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick or a self-destroying or even murderous obsession.
~ Iris Murdoch

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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
~ Iris Murdoch

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I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
~ Iris Murdoch

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The novel, the novel proper that is, is about people’s treatment of each other, and so it is about human values.
~ Iris Murdoch

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All art is the struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
~ Iris Murdoch

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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
~ Iris Murdoch

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Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
~ Iris Murdoch

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