Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

There are more defects in temperament than in the mind.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.

The trust that we put in ourselves makes us feel trust in others.

Ability wins us the esteem of the true men; luck, that of the people.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.