The crime of loving is forgetting.
The older one gets the more one comes to resemble oneself.
It is always the same: women bedeck themselves with jewels and furs, and men with wit and quotations.
Those whose approval you seek most give you the least.
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.
I prefer old age to the alternative.