As for the British churchman, he goes to church as he goes to the bathroom, with the minimum of fuss and no explanation if he can help it.

Acceptance of death when it arrives is one thing, but to allow it to upstage the joys of living is ingratitude.

The ordinariness of living to be old is too novel a thing to appreciate.

Old age is - a lot of crossed off names in an address book.

One of the reasons why old people make so many journeys into the past is to satisfy themselves that it is still there.

To be old is to be part of a huge and ordinary multitude... the reason why old age was venerated in the past was because it was extraordinary.

Jane Austen can in fact get more drama out of morality than most other writers can get from shipwreck, battle, murder, or mayhem.