When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.

As the cat lapses into savagery by night, and barbarously explores the dark, so primal and titanic is a woman with the love madness.

The temptation to vivify the tale and make it walk abroad on its own legs is hard to deny.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind's will.

The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"

Thinking a smile all the time will keep your face youthful.