The things that we have and that we think are so solid - they're like smoke, and time is like the sky that the smoke disappears into, nothing is left but the sky, and the sky keeps on being just the same forever.

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!

Arguments only confirm people in their own opinions.

They were upon their great theme: "When I get to be a man!" Being human, though boys, they considered their present estate too commonplace to be dwelt upon. So, when the old men gather, they say: "When I was a boy!" It really is the land of nowadays that we never discover.

The only safe male rebuke to a scornful female is to stay away from her - especially if that is what she desires.

Mystics always hope that science will some day overtake them.

It is love in old age, no longer blind, that is true love. For the love's highest intensity doesn't necessarily mean it's highest quality.