How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

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

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

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

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

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