What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.
If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.