Don't give up on your own happy-evers.

Survivors lived with their mistakes.

I wouldn't waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you'll have at the end of your life is wasted time.

Change--savor the cool, fresh flavor of it.

Since the age of six I have had the habit of sketching forms of objects. Although from about fifty I have often published my pictorial works, before the seventieth year none is worthy.

Staying in luxury hotels still gives me a kick, especially Oulton Hall in Yorkshire. I'd stay in a hotel for the breakfast and room service.

An ambitious and beautifully produced fever dream. Don't wake me up, I want to stay in.

I have to just go in and audition, like everyone else, and fight my way to the top.

My upbringing gave me a strong will, a mental aggressiveness in what I wanted to achieve.

Men die, but the plutocracy is immortal; and it is necessary that fresh generations should be trained to its service.

Ours is the responsibility to show our gratitude by the actions of our lives.

It is dangerous and unbelievably fast and entirely different from the kind of track I am used to racing on

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

There is a kind of laughter people laugh at public events, as if a joke were a charity auction and they want to be seen to be bidding.