We love old travelers: we love to hear them prate, drivel and lie; we love them for their asinine vanity, their ability to bore, their luxuriant fertility of imagination, their startling, brilliant, overwhelming mendacity.

Is a person's public and private opinion the same? It is thought there have been instances.

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142.

...fry me an optimist for breakfast.

When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.

I would not rob you of your food or your clothes or your umbrella, but if I caught your German out I would take it. But I don't study any more,- I have given it up.