Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

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 ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.

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

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.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

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.