Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they're in love with somebody.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

You should not be discouraged; one doe not die of a cold," the priest said to the bishop. The old man smiled. "I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.