What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.

[Oxford] whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age . . . Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common - discontent

You know you're getting old when all the names in your black book have M. D. after them.

Find an aim in life before you run out of ammunition. -Arnold Glasow.

Occasionally, I'll wake up and forget where I am, ... But when you get to my age, you forget a lot of things.