There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

The world belongs to the enthusiast who keeps cool.

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

There is a pleasure unknown to the landsman in reading at sea.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

If bees die, people will die. Only ignorance never dies! ("Why step out of nature ?")

Rather than the kind of change that takes what we already have and augments it, like power to our cars and speed to our computers, I believe the kind of change we need now is a change of direction.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.

I cannot believe that NSWRU don't want to interview me.

I think that's really risky to make yourself unsexy, because the business demands that women be sexy.

Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

Motivation is just this potion to create stuff, a compulsion to express the truth of my own experiences in this life.

I'm not saying my mother didn't like me, but she kept looking for loopholes in my birth certificate.

I prefer to remake flops. Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was a remake of a flop, and The Quiet American is a remake of a flop.