Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream.

Society Is Always Trying In Some Way To Grind Us Down To A Single Flat Surface.

Even The Wisest Woman You Talk To Is Ignorant Of Something You May Know, But An Elegant Woman Never Forgets Her Elegance.

The History Of What The Law Has Been Is Necessary To The Knowledge Of What The Law Is.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

You Make Me Chuckle When You Say That You Are No Longer Young, That You Have Turned Twenty-four. A Man Is Or May Be Young To After Sixty, And Not Old Before Eighty.