A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating.
No matter what has happened, always behave as if nothing had happened.
The parents exist to teach the child, but also they must learn what the child has to teach them; and the child has a very great deal to teach them.
It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.
Worry is evidence of an ill-controlled brain; it is merely a stupid waste of time in unpleasantness.
The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.
The proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.
Money is far commoner than time. When one reflects, one perceives that money is just about the commonest thing there is.
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
There can be no knowledge without emotion. We may be aware of a truth, yet until we have felt its force, it is not ours. To the cognition of the brain must be added the experience of the soul.
Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.
If egotism means a terrific interest in one's self, egotism is absolutely essential to efficient living.
A first-rate organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected.
The great advantage of being in a rut is that when one is in a rut, one knows exactly where one is.
A cause may be inconvenient, but it's magnificent. It's like champagne or high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it.
Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.
Well, my deliberate opinion is - it's a jolly strange world.
To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden, transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash, and where previously the brain held a dead fact, the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.
