Cleanliness is next to fordliness.

Everyone belongs to everyone else.

I'm pretty good at inventing phrases - you know, the sort of words that suddenly make you jump, almost as though you'd sat on a pin, they seem so new and exciting even though they're about something hypnopaedically* obvious. But that doesn't seem enough. It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make with them ought to be good too.

You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.

...it is not what one has experienced but what one does with what one has experienced that matters.

For particulars, as everyone knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils. Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.

Sleep is the most blessed and blessing of all natural graces.