Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.

There isn't a new sorrow in the world -- they're all old ones -- but we can all find new happiness if we look in the right way.

Did you ever read a love-letter that wasn't an evidence of idiocy - except your own?

[On marriage:] Someone once said that it was like a crowded church - those outside were endeavouring to get in, and those inside were making violent efforts to get out.

Fortunately age does not affect literature. After a man is dead, he may continue in the business and often rank higher than his living competitors.

Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.

A man likes to feel that he is loved, a woman likes to be told.