In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.
Style is the hallmark of a temperament stamped upon the material at hand.
Smile, for everyone lacks self-confidence and more than any other one thing a smile reassures them.
Conversation would be vastly improved by the constant use of four simple words: I do not know.
An old man, having retired from active life, regains the gaity and irresponsibility of childhood. He is ready to play, he cannot run with his son, but he can totter with his grandson. Our first and last steps have the same rhythm.