“Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.”

Sex is perhaps like culture – a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals – it’s mass propulsion still!

There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.

Some time all kinds of letters will be published to the ineffable delight of endless readers.

But I don’t want nutrition. I want food!

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Experience is never at bargain price.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine?

When somebody persuades me I am wrong, I change my mind.

A mind that questions everything, unless strong enough to bear the weight of its ignorance, risks questioning itself and being engulfed in doubt.

But my lord, when we addressed this issue a few years ago, didn’t you argue the other side?” He said, “That’s true, but when I get more evidence I sometimes change my mind. What do you do?

Always, Always have a plan

When man discovered the mirror, he began to lose his soul.

When the facts change, I change my mind.

Monotheism occupies so large a space in the view of modern minds, that it is scarcely possible to form a just estimate of the preceding phases of the theological philosophy.

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