All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.
We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.
The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent.
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.
How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.
What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?
People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.
There is one thing that matters, to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.
The newest books are those that never grow old.
Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!
Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.