Poverty is the test of civility and the touchstone of friendship.

We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.

The most sensible people to be met with in society are men of business and of the world, who argue from what they see and know, instead of spinning cobweb distinctions of what things ought to be.

I have a much greater ambition to be the best racket player than the best prose writer.

Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.

There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth.

A man is a hypocrite only when he affects to take a delight in what he does not feel, not because he takes a perverse delight in opposite things.