I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content.

Those who are wise won't be busy, and those who are too busy can't be wise.

What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?

I have a hankering to go back to the Orient and discard my necktie. Neckties strangle clear thinking.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content.

If one's bowels move, one is happy, and if they don't move, one is unhappy. That is all there is to it.