As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.
The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.
Privacy is a privilege not granted to the aged or the young.
Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.
Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.