Remember me for these days, not the old ones.
You're not going to fix things by helping 65-year-olds or 75-year-olds for any long run.
All who are born are always dying.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
I like myself better when I'm with you.
Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.