Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

It is by sitting down to write every morning that he becomes a writer. Those who do not do this remain amateurs.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

Words are as recalcitrant as circus animals, and the unskilled trainer can crack his whip at them in vain.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.