How earthy old people become --moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.

Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.

For an impenetrable shield, stand inside yourself

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.

What is the use of going right over the old track again? There is an adder in the path which your own feet have worn. You must make tracks into the Unknown.

How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].

The truth is, there is money buried everywhere, and you have only to go to work to find it.