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.

One of the chief things which my typical man has to learn is that the mental faculties are capable of a continuous hard activity; they do not tire like an arm or a leg. All they want is change - not rest, except in sleep.

You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.

Well, my deliberate opinion is - it's a jolly strange world.

Journalists say a thing that they know isn't true, in the hope that if they keep on saying it long enough it will be true.

We need a sense of the value of time - that is, of the best way to divide one's time into one's various activities.

The proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.