The immature man wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mature man wants to live humanely for one

Fervid atheism is usually a screen for repressed religion.

Love rarely overtakes; it mostly comes to meet us.

People who do not understand themselves have a craving for understanding — a thing which is rather surmised and never spoken than known and clothed in words.

In reality, we are still children. We want to find a playmate for our thoughts and feelings.

Many an attack of depression is nothing but the expression of regret at having to be virtuous.

Every fear is fear of death.

Statistics is the art of lying by means of figures.

Love at first sight is a revival of an infantile impression. The first love object reappears in a different disguise.

Fear is the fear of one's self.

Anxiety is fear of one's self.

But there is one part of this that hurts. The carefree, normal part. The part of me that was lost when we first moved and that I'll never get back.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I do not believe in God, angels and the hereafter.

The environmental crisis is a signal of this approaching catastrophe.

I believe something very deeply. That Britain's national interest is best served in a flexible, adaptable and open European Union and that such a European Union is best with Britain in it.

There is only one way in which you can "change your luck" and that is by altering your thoughts.

I've always taken my hangovers as consequence, not as a punishment.

I'm really lucky because I surround myself onset with people who I really trust to give me feedback, so I'm directing myself.

I'm developing the stuff all the time. There's a film in my head. I'm imagining a film.

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.