There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.
The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.