As every cockroach knows, thriving on poisons is the secret of success.
The noisy vacancy of youth, the quiet vacancy of age.
I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.
After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.
Age: I go slower as time goes faster.
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.