The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.