How It Infuriates A Bigot, When He

One's Own Vanities And Humiliations I Find A Delicious Subject For Conversation. Things Said Of Me Behind My Back I Don't Enjoy, And Don't Listen To Them.

How Can They Say My Life Is Not A Success? Have I Not For More Than Sixty Years Got Enough To Eat And Escaped Being Eaten?

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

There Are Few Sorrows In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

The Old Know What They Want; The Young Are Sad And Bewildered.