Worry is evidence of an ill-controlled brain; it is merely a stupid waste of time in unpleasantness.

Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.

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.

Beware of undertaking too much at the start. Be content with quite a little. Allow for accidents. Allow for human nature, especially your own.

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.

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.

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.