I have never yet heard any middle-aged man or woman who worked with his or her brains express any regret for the passing of youth.

If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle

Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

To foment grievance and to set men at variance is the trade by which agitators thrive and journalists make money.

A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought.