I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.
Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.
That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.
You will know you're old when you cease to be amazed.
Work hard, do the best you can, don't ever lose faith in yourself and take no notice of what other people say about you.