Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

Money is time. With money I buy for cheerful use the hours which otherwise would not in any sense be mine; nay, which would make me their miserable bondsman.

It is familiarity with life that makes time speed quickly. When every day is a step in the unknown, as for children, the days are long with gathering of experience . . .

Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

Human creatures have a mervellous power of adapting themselves to necessity.

I hate and fear 'science' because of my conviction that, for long to come if not for ever, it will be the remorseless enemy of mankind. I see it destroying all simplicity and gentleness of life, all the beauty of the world; I see it restoring barbarism under a mask of civilization; I see it darkening men's minds and hardening their hearts.