I recently turned fifty, which is young for a tree, mid-life for an elephant, and ancient for a quarter miler, whose son now says, "Dad, I just can't run the quarter with you anymore unless I bring something to read."

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body.

I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now.