One never knows when one is old for certain.
The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
There may be wonder in money, but, dear God, there is money in wonder.
The dangerous thing about hate is that it seems so reasonable.
In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.