Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like the measles, we take it only once...No, we never sicken with love twice. Cupid spends no second arrow on the same heart.
I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
Nothing—so it seems to me...is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. … The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of—of things longer.
There are the goods; if you want them, you can have them. If you do not want them, they would almost rather that you did not come and talk about them.
There are two kinds of clocks. There is the clock that is always wrong, and that knows it is wrong, and glories in it; and there is the clock that is always right — except when you rely upon it, and then it is more wrong than you would think a clock could be in a civilized country.