Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.

Multi-tasking is a skill. It may be stressful but a woman’s capacity to handle stress helps her to multi task

Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright.

But there is one place where a person can make choices that will lead in a small way toward greater sanity in dealing with the natural order. That place is the private garden.

Step by step the ladder is ascended.

The question is, when does the therapeutic community end and the reality kick back in Then, what do you do with them

I have the same problem as Edward Furlong. I'm so thin!

In America it is not considered to be mentally ill when a woman advances on her prey in a discotheque setting with hardy cocktails present.

....those who become princes through their skill acquire the pricipality with difficulty, buy they hold onto it with ease.

I do not believe in loving enemies; I have pretty hard work to love my friends.

. . . in the full tide of successful experiment.