A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.
Philosophy is by the timid for the timid.
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.
Altruism is selfishness out with a pair of field glasses and imagination.
Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.