To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.

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

The world we know at present is in no fit state to take over the dreariest little meteor ... If we have the courage and patience, the energy and skill, to take us voyaging to other planets, then let us use some of these to tidy up and civilize this earth. One world at a time, please.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.

I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.