A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.
All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.
All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.
Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.
When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.