It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.
the human heart clings - even to its pain.
Never one thing and seldom one person can make for a success. It takes a number of them merging into one perfect whole.
If there's one thing I know, it's men. I ought to. It's been my life's work.
I never ride horseback now because my sympathy with the under-dog is too keen. After we have a gone a few blocks, I always dismount and say to the horse: 'We'll walk it together, old dear.