But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we're only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

Western man is schizophrenic.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

Comedy, we may say, is society protecting itself - with a smile.