Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.

The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.

Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education.

An Honest politician will not be tolerated by a democracy unless he is very stupid ... because only a very stupid man can honestly share the prejudices of more than half the nation.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.

We have in fact, two kinds of morality, side by side: one which we preach, but do not practice, and another which we practice, but seldom preach.

The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd.

Cruel men believe in a cruel god and use their belief to excuse their cruelty. Only kindly men believe in a kindly god, and they would be kindly in any case.

It is only when you meet someone of a different culture from yourself that you begin to realise what your own beliefs really are.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

One of my favorite things about watching the reruns is looking at my clothes. I don't really remember most of them, so it's like looking at old family photos.

I started writing because I had a need inside of me to create something that was not there

Hey, man, I toss a stick for a living. Gotta spice up that deal, y'know. Gotta stand out.

Jesting, often, only proves a want of intellect. [Fr., La moquerie est souvent une indigence d'esprit.]

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

It's my calling to tell stories. It's the one thing that scratches the itch for me.

My personal religion enables me to serve my countrymen without hurting the English or, for that matter, anybody else.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.