Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

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

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.