“What does democracy come down to? The persuasive power of slogans invented by wily self-seeking politicians.”

An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

I don’t think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.

You waste a lot of time going down blind alleys if you have no one to lead you.

A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life.

We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.

It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.

Simplicity and naturalness are the truest marks of distinction.

I’ll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell… their heart’s in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ.

They have no manners and are woefully unable to deal with any social predicament. Their idea of a celebration is to go to a public house and drink six beers. They are mean, malicious and envious . They are scum.

Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

To bear failure with courage is the best proof of character that anyone can give.

The mystic sees the ineffable, and the psychopathologist the unspeakable.

You know, there are two good things in life, freedom of thought and freedom of action.

The well dressed man is he whose clothes you never notice

Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.

It ain’t made for everybody, but I knocked a lot of blocks down.

It’s not easy, though, singing upside down in a headstand on a raised platform with your unfettered breasts hitting you in the chin.

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write.

You start to feel very weighted down sometimes.

When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I’ve waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember.

When I got to the end the top was down.

The chip-pan fire was by far the most popular method these Proddies had for burning their houses down.

As long as it doesn’t veer away from who I am, I’m down with it.