In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.
The whole business of marshaling one’s energies becomes more and more important as one grows older.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.
There is an anti-aging possibility, but it has to come from within.