“The numeric system was invented to help man to put order in the chaos of the world.”

The destruction of the inducement to invest by an excessive liquidity-preference was the outstanding evil, the prime impediment to the growth of wealth, in the ancient and medieval worlds.

It would be foolish, in forming our expectations, to attach great weight to matters which are very uncertain.

By a continuing process of inflation, government can confiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth of their citizens.

Investing is an activity of forecasting the yield over the life of the asset; speculation is the activity of forecasting the psychology of the market.

It’s not bringing in the new ideas that’s so hard; it’s getting rid of the old ones.

Ideas, knowledge, art, hospitality, travel – these are things which should in their nature be international. But let goods be homespun whenever it is reasonably and conveniently possible and above all let finance be primarily national.

Morally and philosophically I find myself in agreement with virtually the whole of it: and not only in agreement with it, but in deeply moved agreement.

Men will not always die quietly.

Once doubt begins it spreads rapidly.

The principle objectives in life are love, the creation and enjoyment if aesthetic experience, the pursuit of knowledge. Love comes a long way first.

The disruptive powers of excessive national fecundity may have played a greater part in bursting the bonds of convention than either the power of ideas or the errors of autocracy.

Most men love money and security more, and creation and construction less, as they get older.

The expected never happens; it is the unexpected always.

But whilst there may be intrinsic reasons for the scarcity of land, there are no intrinsic reasons for the scarcity of capital.

The social object of skilled investment should be to defeat the dark forces of time and ignorance which envelope our future.

I believe that the future will learn more from the spirit of Gesell than from that of Marx .

And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I’ve been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.

Life is chaotic. It’s messy. That’s what Jesus was stepping into.

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.