Many priceless things can be bought.

There are women who love their husbands as blindly, as enthusiastically, and as enigmatically as nuns their cloister.

To be young is delightful; to be old is comfortable.

Between being able to and actually doing something lies an ocean, and on its bottom rests all too often the wreck of willpower.

Without imagination, there is no goodness, no wisdom.

One remains young as long as one can still learn, can still take on new habits, can bear contradictions.

Old age transfigures or fossilizes.