In the long run we are all dead.

But the dreams of designing diplomats do not always prosper, and we must trust the future .

Successful investing is anticipating the anticipations of others.

The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn't deliver the goods.

Well, when I get new information, I rethink my position. What, sir, do you do with new information?

Like all his type, Newton was wholly aloof from women.

Our attitude to these criticisms must be determined by our whole moral and emotional reaction to the future of international relations and the Peace of the World.

Nothing mattered except states of mind, chiefly our own.

We will not have any more crashes in our time.

If farming were to be organised like the stock market, a farmer would sell his farm in the morning when it was raining, only to buy it back in the afternoon when the sun came out.

The immense accumulations of fixed capital which, to the great benefit of mankind, were built up during the half century before the war, could never have come about in a Society where wealth was divided equitably.

The disruptive powers of excessive national fecundity may have played a greater part in bursting the bonds of convention than either the power of ideas or the errors of autocracy.

Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.

In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.

Chess is a cure for headaches.

To our generation Einstein has been made to become a double symbol -- a symbol of the mind travelling in the cold regions of space, and a symbol of the brave and generous outcast, pure in

heart and cheerful of spirit.

Never in history was there a method devised of such efficacy for setting each country's advantage at variance with its neighbours' as the international gold (or, formerly, silver) standard.

The sound banker, alas! is not one who foresees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional and orthodox way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.

The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping from the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds.

What an extraordinary episode in the economic progress of man that age was which came to an end in August, 1914!