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

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.

Death used to announce itself in the thick of life but now people drag on so long it sometimes seems that we are reaching the stage when we may have to announce ourselves to death. It is as though one needs a special strength to die, and not a final weakness.

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.