“People with large book collections are almost always diligent learners.”

Clutter is caused by a failure to return things to where they belong.

Your past will become a weight that holds you back and keeps you from living in the here and now. To put things in order means to put your past in order, too.

Caring for your possessions is the best way to motivate them to support you, their owner.

The lives of those who tidy thoroughly and completely, in a single shot, are without exception dramatically altered.

Everyone needs a sanctuary.

Clutter has only two possible causes: too much effort is required to put things away or it is unclear where things belong.

I believe that tidying is a celebration, a special send-off for those things that will be departing from the house, and therefore I dress accordingly.

Human beings can only truly cherish a limited number of things at one time. As I am both lazy and forgetful, I can’t take proper care of too many things.

To throw away what you no longer need is neither wasteful nor shameful.

You could say that tidying orders the mind while cleaning purifies it.

We live in this moment. Who you are now is more important than memories of your past. Be good to yourself.

If you want to meet a beautiful home that is just right for you, take good care of the one you live in now.

Discard first, store later.

I’m sure most of us have been scolded for not tidying up our rooms, but how many of our parents consciously taught us how to tidy as part of our upbringing?

The true purpose of a present is to be received.

When people revert to clutter no matter how much they tidy, it is not their room or their belongings but their way of thinking that is at fault.

Our new technologies, combined with our numbers, have made us, collectively, a force of nature.

The Council of the Royal Society is a collection of men who elect each other to office and then dine together at the expense of this society to praise each other over wine and give each other medals.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves; I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Bittersweet memories dancing in the pupils of my hollowed out eyes, these sugar-coated recollections attempt to latch onto me ultimately eating me alive.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.