The Desire To Be Thought Clever Often

Perhaps Being Old Is Having Lighted Rooms Inside Your Head, And People In Them, Acting. People You Know, Yet Can't Quite Name.

There Is A Kind Of Love, The Excess Of Which Forbids Jealousy.

We Bear, All Of Us, The Misfortunes Of Other People With Heroic Constancy.

We Should Not Judge A Man's Merits By His Great Qualities, But By The Use He Makes Of Them.

We Arrive At The Various Stages Of Life Quite As Novices.