It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening. After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow. God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.

Theory looks well on paper, but does not amount to anything without practice.

Love is like the measles; we can't have it bad but once, and the later in life we have it the tougher it goes with us.

The nearest we can come to) perfect happiness is to cheat ourselves with the belief that we have got it.

People who have nothing to say are never at a loss in talking.

Hunting after happiness is like hunting after a lost sheep in the wilderness--when you find it, the chances are that it is a skeleton.

Young widows still bide their time.