Another belief of mine that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

In fact, my courage and my bravery at a young age was the thing I was bullied for, a kind of 'Who do you think you are?'

A bad manner spoils everything, even reason and justice a good one supplies everything, gilds a No, sweetens a truth, and adds a touch of beauty to old age itself.