The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.