Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

The French cook; we open tins.

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"

I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.

Life calls the tune, we dance.