I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

When I was young I was amazed at Plutarch's statement that the elder Cato began at the age of eighty to learn Greek. I am amazed no longer. Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.