“One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.”

It’s not a man’s working hours that are important–it’s his leisure hours. That’s the mistake we all make.

Be sure thy sin will find thee out.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

The best time to plan a book is while you’re doing the dishes.

I’m sure you have a theme: the theme of your life. You can embellish it or desecrate it, but it’s your theme, and as long as you follow it, you will experience harmony and peace of mind.

Don’t think. That is the wrong way to bring anything back. Let it go. Sooner or later it will flash into your mind.

It’s what’s in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

To win a war is as disasterous as to lose one.

Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.

There is no greater mistake in life than seeing things or hearing them at the wrong time.

You don’t realize what fine fighting material there is in age. You show me any one who’s lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter – someone who’s got the will to live.

Assumptions are dangerous things.

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

To every problem, there is a most simple solution.

The first album I was given when I was quite young was the ‘Whoa, Nelly!’ album by Nelly Furtado. After, I also got the ‘Missundaztood’ album by Pink. That’s when I was like, ‘Oh my God, I want to be just like them!’

A life without thinking is quite possible; it then fails to develop its own essence – it is not merely meaningless; it is not fully alive. Unthinking men are like sleepwalkers

Yes. He is quite a good fellow – nobody’s enemy but his own.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

None of our beliefs are quite true; all have at least a penumbra of vagueness and error.

We were each other’s muses, I find that quite amusing.

I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world.

With humanity, life has ended up with a living creature that never quite finds itself in the right place, a living creature destined to wander and endlessly make mistakes.