To every man it is decreed: Thou shalt live alone. Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the common lot; happy, whilst they imagine it.

Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.

That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.

For one thing, I know every book of mine by its scent.

I hate with a bitter hatred the names of lentils haricots - those pretentious cheats of the appetite, those tabulated humbugs, those certified aridites calling themselves human food!

The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

Life is a huge farce, and the advantage of possessing a sense of humour is that it enables one to defy fate with mocking laughter.

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.

Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?

Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

I want to thank all my fans, teammates, coaches and supporters for the strength they've given me to overcome so much.

Christ calls us to carry the Cross; churches call us to have fun in His name.

Might I trouble you to open the window, for chloroform vapour does not help the palate.

Enlightenment is probably antithetical to impatience.

How different is the ready hand, tearful eye, and soothing voice, from the ostentatious appearance which is called pity.

Life is nothing until it is lived; but it is yours to make sense of, and the of it is nothing other than the sense you choose.

Don't let the fear of statistics keep you from launching a continual improvement program. The statistics hurdle is easily overcome, going out of business is not.

Art must not serve might.

You can always reason with a German. You can always reason with a barnyard animal, too, for all the good it does.

Those who cannot help ought also not advise: in an order where every mousehole has been plugged, mere advice exactly equals condemnation.