“However many motorcars and television sets they stuff it with, however many well-balanced children and loyal friends they parade around the edges of it. . . it aches!”

Once, when a British Prime Minister sneezed, men half a world away would blow their noses. Now when a British Prime Minister sneezes nobody else will even say ‘Bless You’.

The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?

Countries like ours are full of people who have all of the material comforts they desire, yet lead lives of quiet (and at times noisy) desperation, understanding nothing but the fact that there is a hole inside them and that however much food and drink they pour into it.

Ask a man which way he is going to vote, and he will probably tell you. Ask him, however, why, and vagueness is all.

We would not only ameliorate many of the family-related social problems we see at present, but we would also reduce our vulnerability to terrorism. People who are hardy, resilient, and self reliant are a lot harder to terrorize.

It is assumed that when anyone gets into debt, the fault is entirely and always the fault of the lender.

The Stag at Bay with the mentality of a fox at large.

If we expected self-reliance of family groups, if we expected hardiness and resilience and initiative on the part of individuals, and if we rewarded initiative instead of dependence on government.

In every age of transition men are never so firmly bound to one way of life as when they are about to abandon it.

Because tobacco is responsible for an impressive one-third of cancers, prevention efforts naturally begin with it.

Whom the mad would destroy, first they make gods.

We can observe gravity in daily life. If we could throw an apple to the edge of the universe, we would observe it accelerating.

They’re all a huge influence on me. For me, just following rock history and watching Darkness On the Edge of Town and realizing that’s it’s okay to be obsessed with a snare sound because Bruce Springsteen was obsessed with a snare sound.

Humourists lead… an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.

And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know that I can do it.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

Such innovations have given Dubai a competitive edge and an accelerated growth rate that few could match.