Like a genial hotelier, Rolex has introduced me to some of the nicest people. I ask about their Rolex and they ask about mine. It's as marvelous a conversation piece as it is a timepiece.

You don't stop laughing because you grow older. You grow older because you stop laughing.

It is always the same: women bedeck themselves with jewels and furs, and men with wit and quotations.

Those whose approval you seek most give you the least.

Inspiration comes unawares, from unaccountable sources that have nothing to do with planning or intelligence. Let it cool ever so slightly, and you are left, pen or brush in hand, with no inspiration at all. Gifted people need not, therefore, make a song and dance about being or supposing themselves superior. They simply happened to be born with that fortunate, subconscious equipment of theirs, and the mystery exists independently of intelligence or ambition.

Considering the alternative. . . it's not too bad at all.

One does not grow old until he believes he has more to look back on than he has to look forward to.