Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind.

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

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.

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.