Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are your own fears

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

Who are neither children nor gods, but men in a world of men!

We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. . . . The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'