How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.

His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere th…

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as …

People who refuse to rest honorably on their laurels when they reach 'retirement' age seem very admirable to me.

As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.

The coolest thing I've gotten to do in the past few years is guest star on Sesame Street.