What a fortunate fellow I am, I kept telling myself. Nobody has ever had such a lovely time as this!

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!

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent mad redeemer, and write over his thorn-torn brow: The true prince of evil- the king of the slaves!

How we spend our money, however little we have, still reveals what we value.

Even a clock that is not going is right twice a day.

If you pick up a ukulele, it will make you unbelievably happy.

Tuvalu's future at current levels of global warming is already bleak. Any further temperature increase will spell its total demise.

People are disturbed not by things but by the view they take of them. They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Beyond the subtle physical body, is the causal body, the part of your being that lives from one lifetime to another.

Crim has baggage: expectation, history, responsibility.

It is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this, one falls to despair at the first onslaught of affliction.