My wife, who, poor wretch, is troubled with her lonely life.

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

Strange to say what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.

As happy a man as any in the world, for the whole world seems to smile upon me!

Thanks be to God, since my leaving drinking of wine, I do find myself much better, and do mind my business better, and do spend less money, and less time lost in idle company.

I went out to Charing Cross to see Major General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could in that condition.

Unlike God the artist does not start with nothing and make something of it. He starts with himself as nothing and makes something of the nothing with the things at hand.

Before I went to bed, I sat up till 2 a-clock in my chamber, reading of Mr. Hooke's Microscopical Observations, the most ingenious book that I ever read in my life.

I know not how to abstain from reading.

I went home and took my wife and went to my Cosen Tho. Pepys's and found them just sat down to dinner, which was very good; only the venison pasty was palpable beef, which was not handsome.

The best of a bad bargain.

Always assume your assumptions about others are wrong. Because often, they are

Countries adopting free-market capitalism have increased output 70-fold, halved work days and doubled lifespans.

You can't expect people who are too lazy to run to accompany you on a marathon.

Progress is slow, it is uneven, it is fragile and in some parts of the world it is being erased.

To me, a wilderness is where the flow of wildness is essentially uninterrupted by technology; without wilderness the world is a cage.

People usually don't allow you to cut off their tongue.

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

My alter egos have changed a lot over the years. When I was a child, I was a black horse called Storm. Whinnying and jumping over bamboo poles in the garden took up pretty much my entire childhood.

Love is an emotion. Totally silent and inexpressible with words.

It baffles me that people think that obliterating the past will save them from its consequences, as if throwing away the empty cake plate would help you lose weight.