It Is Not How Old

By The Time We've Hit Fifty, We Have Learned Our Hardest Lessons

Never Shall I Forget Those Naked, Clean-swept Little Canadian Towns, One Just Like The Other. Before I Was Twelve Years Old, I Must Have Lived In Fifty Of Them.

If A Man Is Worth Loving At All, He Is Worth Loving Generously, Even Recklessly.

That's The Unfortunate Thing About Death. It's So Terribly Final.

I Was Born Serious And I Have Earned My Bread Making Other People Laugh.