Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

When the time comes in which one could, the time has passed in which one can.

That bad manners are so prevalent in the world is the fault of good manners.

Old age transfigures or fossilizes.

Kindness which is not inexhaustible does not deserve the name.

The sympathy of most people consists of a mixture of good-humour, curiosity, and self-importance.