Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

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

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.

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

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