What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.
To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.
A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent
Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.
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?