Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.

There is no explanation for evil. It must be looked upon as a necessary part of the order of the universe. To ignore it is childish, to bewail it senseless.