“A study of the history of opinion is a necessary preliminary to the emancipation of the mind.”

Chess is a cure for headaches.

A sound banker, alas, is not one who foresees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.

If human nature felt no temptation to take a chance there might not be much investment merely as a result of cold calculation.

The biggest problem is not to let people accept new ideas, but to let them forget the old ones.

Whenever you save five shillings you put a man out of work for a day.

A speculator is one who runs risks of which he is aware and an investor is one who runs risks of which he is unaware.

It is the long-term investor, who will in practice come in for the most criticism… For it is the essence of his behavior that he should be eccentric, unconventional, and rash in the eyes of average opinion.

Investment based on genuine long-term expectations is so difficult today as to be scarcely practicable.

Perhaps a day might come when there would be at last be enough to go round, and when posterity could enter into the enjoyment of our labors.

The day is not far off when the economic problem will take the back seat where it belongs, and the arena of the heart and the head will be occupied or reoccupied, by our real problems – the problems of life and of human relations, of creation and behavior and religion.

If you owe your bank a hundred pounds, you have a problem. But if you owe a million, it has.

I am sure that the power of vested interests is vastly exaggerated compared with the gradual encroachment of ideas.

The important thing for Government is not to do things which individuals are doing already, and to do them a little better or a little worse; but to do those things which at present are not done at all.

The businessman is only tolerable so long as his gains can be held to bear some relation to what, roughly and in some sense, his activities have contributed to society.

Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.

The treasury could fill old bottles with banknotes and bury them, and leave it to private enterprises on well-tried principles of laissez-faire to dig the notes up again.

The Vision that you glorify in your mind, the Ideal that you enthrone in your heart – this you will build your life by, this you will become.

Ideologies are substitutes for true knowledge, and ideologues are always dangerous when they come to power, because a simple-minded I-know-it-all approach is no match for the complexity of existence.

Caught inside my mind trapped between its horrid lines losing precious time.

The nerves and the turns of time try to dial a smile-every another mile, of whiles and lives, but all they are prompted to is “non-reachable”, because of the route of the mind.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.

You pitched a tent, to explore the forest of my mind. And off you went, to hike my trail and watch me unwind. Let’s camp together.

All I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.

When I had lost my mind maybe that was the most peaceful place I have ever been.