“Brains first and then Hard Work.”

Bores can be divided into two classes; those who have their own particular subject, and those who do not need a subject.

If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.

Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.

Think, think, think.

Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

We’ll be friends until forever, just you wait and see.

It is hard to be brave, when you’re only a very small animal.

It’s not much of a tail, but I’m sort of attached to it.

To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.

It’s always useful to know where a friend-and-relation is, whether you want him or whether you don’t.

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

Whenever there comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.

Housework, if it is done properly, can cause brain damage.

One can make more enemies as a female with a brain, I think.

The final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.

One day we shall certainly ‘reduce’ thought experimentally to molecular and chemical motions in the brain; but does that exhaust the essence of thought?

It is no longer a question anywhere of inventing interconnections from out of our brains, but of discovering them in the facts.

This brain of mine tends to complicate the simplest of things.

She had it all, brains and body and the ability to tell me to go to hell whenever I deserved it. Love, at its finest.

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call ‘thought’