There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going.

Already we Viewers, when not viewing, have begun to whisper to one another that the more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own -- this is happiness.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning...