A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

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

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

If it's to be, it's up to me.

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