The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

Age doesn't matter, unless your cheese.

Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.

As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.