A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one's self.

The more you lose the right to be jealous, the more so you become!

You don't have to write to me if you don't feel like it. There's no real friendship without absolute freedom.

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.