Creditors have better memories than debtors.

One today is worth two tomorrows.

It is only when the rich are sick that they fully feel the impotence of wealth.

He does not possess wealth; it possesses him.

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Of course, it's no fun getting old and getting sick and dying; we all know that's coming, and it's a bore.

My own theory about the phlegmatic qualities and properties of the English is the mountain of pure white sugar hydrocarbons they consume every day bloody day of the year - the stiff upper lip is petrified sugar; that's Bermuda's revenge, the with death, the rotting future square in the teeth of it.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.