It is astonishing what foolish things one can temporarily believe if one thinks too long alone, particularly in economics.

The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping from the old ones.

Capitalism is the extraordinary belief that the nastiest of men, for the nastiest of reasons, will somehow work for the benefit of us all.

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

When the facts change, I change my mind.

It is better to be roughly right than precisely wrong.

The biggest problem is not to let people accept new ideas, but to let them forget the old ones.

If farming were to be organised like the stock market, a farmer would sell his farm in the morning when it was raining, only to buy it back in the afternoon when the sun came out.

The outstanding faults of the economic society in which we live are its failure to provide for full employment and its arbitrary and inequitable distribution of wealth and incomes.

Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.

The boom, not the slump, is the right time for austerity at the Treasury.

Kethry had once described summoning as being “like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar a custom which is still continued.

Fear, conformity, immorality: these are heavy burdens. They drain us of creative energy. And when we are drained of creative energy, we do not create. We procreate, but we do not create.

Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.

Black women, whose experience is unique, are seldom recognized as a particular social-cultural entity and are seldom thought to be important enough for serious scholarly consideration.

I never had little brothers, so I was totally not used to hearing a lot of cussing at a young age! I learned what 'pull my finger' meant the hard way.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

There are things one must do for oneself.

I was in an acting class taught by Eric Morris, and Jack Nicholson was in the class. He wrote the script for 'Head', so all of us in the class got little tiny parts in the movie.

If a man has any brains at all, let him hold on to his calling, and, in the grand sweep of things, his turn will come at last.