The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.