“A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.”

Circumstantial evidence is a very tricky thing. It may seem to point very straight to one thing, but if you shift your own point of view a little, you may find it pointing in an equally uncompromising manner to something entirely different.

There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.

One must wait till it comes.

It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.

Healthy scepticism is the basis of all accurate observation.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.

Skill is fine, and genius is splendid, but the right contacts are more valuable than either.

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

It is with nations as it is with individuals. A book of history is a book of sermons.

The individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.

What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is what can you make people believe you have done.

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go.

The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

I really value just being able to go out and grab a coffee or going to a movie and not have anyone recognize me.

Coffee is my water now.

For no reason is every reason to fly you to Paris this weekend maybe for coffee at the corner and dinner on the balcony of somewhere old and somewhere new. Darling, I found my Paris in you.

A 41-inch bust and a lot of perseverance will get you more than a cup of coffee – a lot more.

I make a mean cup of coffee, if you give me the right ingredients.

I was travelling a lot, during the release of ‘Dilbar,’ to various countries, and the song would be played at random places like lounges, coffee shops, streets, and I realised the song had reached levels that was beyond India.

I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.

You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.