It seems that when you get to a certain age you almost give yourself permission to misbehave and say what you think. People allow it, with very old people.

I'm not as far along as Jack Nicklaus was at this age, but I'm trying.

When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.

Peace is the one condition of survival in this nuclear age.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.