A lone maple leaf resting on sand Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it, and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape? That's retirement.

What we call creative work, ought not to be called work at all, because it isn't. I imagine that Thomas Edison never did a day's work in his last fifty years.

I owe a lot to my teachers and mean to pay them back some day.

In earlier times they had no statistics and so they had to fall back on lies. Hence the huge exaggerations of primitive literature, giants, miracles, wonders! It's the size that counts. They did it with lies and we do it with statistics: but it's all the same.

The sorrows and disasters of Europe always brought fortune to America.

A silk dress in four sections, and shoes with high heels that would have broken the heart of John Calvin.

Each section of the British Isles has its own way of laughing, except Wales, which doesn't.