If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.