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

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

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

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.