The sad Don Quixote of a worthless purpose. - William Somerset Maugham

Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.

Why do you read then?'

Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I've got out of the book all that's any use to me and I can't get anything more if I read it a dozen times. ...