I find in old age that it's possible to revisit the past, the one requirement being that you come as you are.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

There's nothing like self-improvement to get your friends to like you for who you were.

Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.

Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.

So often our greatest triumph is a willing surrender.

The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.