The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.
I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.
Intellectual generalities are always interesting, but generalities in morals mean absolutely nothing.
Books are never finished, They are merely abandoned.
You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.
The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.