What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?

Some suggestions for you :

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and keep absolutely sober.

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

It takes a great man to give sound advice tactfully, but a greater to accept it graciously.

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.