Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

It's a beautiful sight to see good dancers doing simple steps. It's a painful sight to see beginners doing complicated patterns.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory

Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

You can know all there is to know about life and mankind, but what do you really know about yourself?

You are not your outer appearance, and you are not your body

Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.

Accurate knowledge is the basis of correct opinions; the want of it makes the opinions of most people of little value.

The people at home will work hard and actually all of them think it was important that we hade the decision that we did make not to compromise; because we didn't have anything to compromise for.

Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.

I had an instinct before and maybe now I don't have that instinct as much as knowing what to do, what shots to hit, where to place the ball, things like that.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

Modern humanity's sense of alienation lies in the fact that we have cut ourselves adrift from both the natural world and from the roots of our past.

A libretto that should never have been accepted on a subject that should never have been chosen bya man who should never have attempted it.