"Six pints of bitter," said Ford Prefect to the barman of the Horse and Groom. "And quickly please, the world's about to end."

The world is nothing, the man is all; in yourself is the law of all nature, and you know not yet how a globule of sap ascends; in yourself slumbers the whole of Reason; it is for you to know all, it is for you to dare all.

People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Many had seen it as a clinching proof that the whole of known creation had finally gone bananas.

It is an amiable illusion, which the shape of our planet prompts, that every man is at the top of the world.