It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!

How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind.

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!

I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected.

I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.