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.
One never knows when one is old for certain.
You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.
An only child is never twelve.
From birth to death we are alone.
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.