I am seventy years old, a gray age weighted with uncompromising biblical allusions. It ought to have a gray outlook, but it hasn't, because a glint of dazzling sunshine is dancing merrily ahead of me.

English civilization rests largely upon tea and cricket, with mighty spurts of enjoyment on Derby Day, and at Newmarket.

It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.

Economics and ethics have little in common.

To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.

The worst in life, we are told, is compatible with the best in art. So too the worst in life is compatible with the best in humour.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.