No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Almost every man wastes part of his life attempting to display qualities which he does not possess.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair.