When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.

Keeping up appearances is the most expensive thing in the world.

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.