Prayers were held in Assembly Hall. We all perched in rows on wooden benches while teachers sat up on the platform in armchairs, facing us.

My dear young fellow,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, 'there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven't started wondering about yet.

If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

I think probably kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the things like courage or bravery or generosity or anything else.

Somewhere inside all of us is the power to change the world.

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

I shot down some German planes and I got shot down myself, crashing in a burst of flames and crawling out, getting rescued by brave soldiers.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.

I was a fighter pilot, flying Hurricanes all round the Mediterranean. I flew in the Western Desert of Libya, in Greece, in Syria, in Iraq and in Egypt.

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!

We're assigned to children who are doomed.

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's smile at someone and receive a smile in return are to me continual spiritual exercises.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

I believe that every human being is sufficiently depraved that when we get to heaven, no one will be able to say, I merited this.

Most liberals think of civil liberties as their Achilles heel. It isn't.

The path marked Humility will take you to the manger of the Messiah.

In order to live fully, it is necessary to be in constant movement, only then can each day be different from the last.

If it was never new and it never gets old, then it's a folk song

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I'm happy that I have a look, but I don't over-analyse whether or not it's beautiful or ugly.