“Kids play make-believe all the time”

Unlike dragons, I love spicy salsa. In fact, the spicier the better.

I like the classic Mexican style.

I like crunchy, Tex-Mex, cheese-slathered too, but I prefer to keep it simple.

For me, the ideal taco toppings are chopped onion, some cilantro and a bit of lime juice.

So they tend to be better at using their imaginations than adults.

I think it would be great if more adults were able to maintain that joyful creativity that we all experience as children.

First of all, Mets fans despise me.

Maybe more businesses should allow time for recess.

Self praise is no praise at all.

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Every dog is allowed one bite, but a different view is taken of a dog that goes on biting all the time. He may not get his licence returned when it falls due.

All things are in the Universe, and the universe is in all things: we in it, and it in us; in this way everything concurs in a perfect unity.

Are we savages or what?

If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

Is it ‘a drag’ that passions don’t come to us all at once, as epiphanies, without the need to actively develop them?