The miser is the man who starves himself and everybody else, in order to worship wealth in its dead form, as distinct from its living form.

I have myself a poetical enthusiasm for pigs, and the paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings. But it is only men, especially wise men, who discuss whether pigs can fly; we have no particular proof that pigs ever discuss it.

Men in England are ruled, at this minute by the clock, by brutes who refuse them bread, by liars who refuse them news, and by fools who cannot govern, and therefore wish to enslave.

I was planning to go into architecture. But when I arrived, architecture was filled up. Acting was right next to it, so I signed up for acting instead.

Humility is the mother of giants.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before.