That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.

My books and other works are my legacy, and it's a great comfort to know that mine is a legacy of pleasure for other people.

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.