It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.
Somebody else's ignorance is bliss.
An inch of foreknowledge is worth ten miles of after-thought.
But, for instance, when I was awfully young, I read all the Oz books. They were an enormous influence on me.
Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.
I become drunk as circumstances dictate.