Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

How can a young man like to wear a beard?