It is hard to have patience with people who say 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.

The Future… something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Now, Audrey, to me secret: while I have days that I struggle, some pretty terrible days, it mean that I also have stunning days. I weigh them both on the same side of the scale, lesson you taught. Life is short. Life is fragile. I shall grasp it with both hands and hang on, trying always to find the joy.

Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.

Mostly, they are deceptive sweetenings of existence, like speedier communications which unpleasantly accelerate the tempo of life and leave us with less time than ever before. Omnis festinatio ex parte diaboli est—all haste is of the devil, as the old masters used to say.

A lifetime of happiness? No man could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Life is a disease; and the only diference between one another is the stage of the disease at which he lives.

There are some experiences in life which should not be demanded twice from any man, and one of them is listening to the Brahms Requiem.

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die and do not outlive yourself.

Youth is wasted on the young.

But Fielding lived when the days were longer (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.