If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftI grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other PoemsBetter to have a messy home and happy children than a perfect yard and unhappy children
The Little Old Lady Who Broke All the RulesWearing glasses for reading meant surrendering to old age without the least bit of a fight.
La pista di sabbia