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

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

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

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

The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.