The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.

Grow strong, my comrade … that you may stand
Unshaken when I fall; that I may know
The shattered fragments of my song will come
At last to finer melody in you;
That I may tell my heart that you begin
Where passing I leave off, and fathom more.

No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It's the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

Had the love been perennial, there won’t have been murders of wives by husbands and murders of husbands by wives, who were lovers at a point of time.

Bankers know that history is inflationary and that money is the last thing a wise man will hoard