Anything that begins 'I don't know how to tell you this' is never good news.
In the old days, ptomaine poisoning was a cover-all. If you missed a show and you were young, it meant you were having an abortion. If you were old, it meant you were having a face lift.
Get up early in the morning before everybody has breathed up all the good air.
When you finally learn how to do it, you're too old for the good parts.
I think there is one smashing rule: never face the facts.
Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown. At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs.