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 PoemsWearing glasses for reading meant surrendering to old age without the least bit of a fight.
La pista di sabbiaWords themselves are neutral. It's the charge we add to them that matters
Taking the Leap: Freeing Ourselves from Old Habits and Fears