There's no such thing as old age; there is only sorrow. - Edith Wharton

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.