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.

Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.

One seventh of your life is spent on Monday.

Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.

Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be

A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

Generalities are intellectually necessary evils.