If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured, it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won, or lasting happiness achieved.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

Only soldiers and labouring men can appreciate how glorious it really is to lie late in bed in winter-time. When your life revolves around having to to be at work at seven o'clock in the morning you know everything about that ghastly lep up still half asleep and the rush to put your head under a tap of ice-cold water with the barbarous object of shocking yourself awake.

I prefer old age to the alternative.

You don't stop laughing because you grow older. You grow older because you stop laughing.

Considering the alternative. . . it's not too bad at all.

Those whose approval you seek most give you the least.