What old people say you cannot do you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.
What are you going to do? What all old people do: sit down and remember, and ask myself what would have happened if I’d done everything differently.
There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.
There comes in all our lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.[Il vient dans la vie une heure dont vous êtes bien loin encore où les yeux las ne tolèrent plus qu’une lumière, celle qu’une belle nuit comme celle-ci prépare et distille avec l’obscurité, où les oreilles ne peuvent plus écouter de musique que celle que joue le clair de lune sur la flûte du silence.]
The young people think the old people are fools; but the old people know the young people are fools!
The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God’s will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.