One's own troubles can be borne with fortitude; only a monster of indifference can bear the sufferings of others with fortitude.

Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

He talked with more claret than clarity

Boredom comes simply from ignorance and lack of imagination.

All dogs seem to be great linguists, according to their owners. They always understand every word that's said to them.

Crises have a way of thrusting into the limelight hitherto obscure persons, and giving them, for a long or short period, a leading role.

The novelists of the nineteeth century had all the luck. They had a huge and easily pleased public and the world they surveyed had every appearance of permanence.

... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

It was never built for the comfort and happiness of its citizens, but to astonish the world.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Listening is not merely not talking, though even that is beyond most of our powers; it means taking a vigorous, human interest in what is being told us.

At the foot of the cross, there are no racial barriers.

It's when you run away that you're most liable to stumble.

Your hair is so white now it can talk back to the police.

It keeps me in touch with younger musicians who are constantly saying, 'Have you heard this new artist, or this new guitar player?' It keeps you reaching.

The Life and Soul, the man who will never go home while there is one man, woman or glass of anything not yet drunk.

We cannot create observers by saying 'observe,' but by giving them the power and the means for this observation and these means are procured through education of the senses.

Theres no amount of money that makes you feel better when people think of you as a joke or a hack or a failure or ugly or stupid or morally empty.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.