Will you look back on life and say, 'I wish I had,' or 'I’m glad I did'?
When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we have seen.' I cherish the remembrance of the beauty I have seen. I cherish the grave, compulsive word.
When I sit back in my rocking chair someday, I want to be able to say I've done it all.
Turning 50 gives me more yesterdays than tomorrows.
I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward
To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written.
To start writing about your life is, from one standpoint, to stop living it. You must avoid adventures today so as to make time for registering those of yesterday.
No wonder that my remembrance fails me, for I shall complete my 70 years next Sunday (the 22); - and during these 70 years I have had a happy life; which still remains happy because of hope and content.
You have to be able to look back at your life and say, "Yeah, that was fun."
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
