A man nearly sixty is just as ready to suppose himself fascinating as a man of twenty.

I have seen that every one forgives much in themselves that they find unpardonable in other people.

I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.

Love, like destiny, loves surprises.

Kindness is always fashionable.