People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

Oh, wise young judge.

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.