It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.
Simplicity, a delicate silence about oneself, increases their worth and makes one love those whom one admires.
The brain is a tool that gets rusty without constant, albeit moderate, exercise.
Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.
It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.