“If you want to eat well in England, eat three breakfasts.”

You will find as you grow older that the first thing needful to make the world a tolerable place to live in is to recognize the inevitable selfishness of humanity.

A dictator must fool all the people all the time and there’s only one way to do that, he must also fool himself.

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.

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.

It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper, without interrupting our breakfast, numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

Cold pizza is a perfect breakfast, with lots of salt.

Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I have savored to the full all the small, daily joys. The bright sunshine on the breakfast table; the smell of the air at dusk; the sound of the clock ticking; the light rains that start gently after midnight; the hour when the family come home.

I need someone to eat breakfast with and watch Adventure Time with!

The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.