No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind. >>
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in >>
The more books we read, the clearer it becomes that the true function >>
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad. >>
You never know how much a man can't remember until he is called as a w >>
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age. >>
Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.