...it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.

Regret of neglected opportunity is the worst hell that a living soul can inhabit.

I am very poor - for a know nothing, understand nothing. It is not a calamitous condition until it is realized.

Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.

Truth is so often disconcerting.

To do what you imply would require nothing short of divine intervention. You must change man, not systems.

Only he who is without anything is without enemies.

There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.

He was suffering from the loss of an illusion.

Given as much law as that man will be able to do anything and go anywhere, an the only trace of pessimism left in the human prospect today is a faint flavour that one was born so soon.

You can have a certain arrogance, and I think that's fine, but what you should never lose is the respect for the others.

I think photography is being recognized and collected. Its values have certainly gone up and continue to go up.

Our lives change externally as we change internally.

Geologists are rapidly becoming convinced that the mammals spread from their central Asian point of origin largely because of great variations in climate.

I always have a problem liking things I'm told I should like.

The last dog I had was an Irish wolfhound - now that is a dog. Rather spoils a person for a lesser canine, that is, anything under a hundredweight.

I prefer silent prudence to loquacious folly. [Lat., Malo indisertam prudentiam, quam loquacem stultitiam.]

At the very end, what is going to happen is that immigration will be reduced considerably. And how can we get to that stage? By agreements on sectors.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven