As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
I'm maybe not quite as sharp as I used to be.
I can't do a million things anymore like I could when I was younger.
I don't want to have that one year too much, where people actually, behind my back, start smiling at me and pointing fingers at me and go, 'Ah, look, that's Jensie. No, he's not good anymore.'
A few of us who are around the sixty mark don't play that much these days and if you are taking on a couple of guys in their forties it is very difficult.
Stages are getting higher and higher, and I'm getting older and older.
See, what you're meant to do when you have a mid-life crisis is buy a fast car, aren't you? Well, I've always had fast cars. It's not that. It's the fear that you're past your best. It's the fear that the stuff you've done in the past is your best work.
You don't dominate any sport when you're over 40.
Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.
[FBI Director J. Edgar] Hoover seemed to me like an old boxer who had taken too many punches. He had stayed in the fight past his time, feebly counterpunching. But he had lost his judgement and vigor. He had become an embarrassment.
