America believes in freedom. The English don't believe in it. They don't believe in happiness.

Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.

The message that 'love' will solve all of our problems is repeated incessantly in contemporary culture - like a philosophical tom tom. It would be closer to the truth to say that love is a contagious and virulent disease which leaves a victim in a state of near imbecility, paralysis, profound melancholia, and sometimes culminates in death.

As a test of the closeness of your relationship with the world, sex could never be a patch on being murdered. (That's when someone really does risk his life for you.)

Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret. Look inward and ask not if there is anything outside you want, but whether there is anything inside that you have not yet unpacked.

It's written into the Constitution that you're allowed to pursue happiness. In England it would be considered a frivolous objective.

England is very dreary, but I'm a people person.