If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth
The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.
When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.