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

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

It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

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

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.