Age continually alters the faces of those who think or study, and so their portraits differ from one another and don't even resemble them for very long. I dream so much and live so little that I'm sometimes only three years old. But the next day I'm three hundred, if the dream has been sombre.

It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. On the contrary, one climbs higher and higher with the ad-vancing years, and that, too with sur-prising strides. Brain-work comes as easily to the old as physical exertion to the child. One is moving, it is true, towards the end of life, but that end is now a goal, and not a reef in which the vessel may be dashed.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.