My sorrow, when shes here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. – Robert Frost
When a machine begins to run without human aid, it is time to scrap it – whether it be a factory or a government. – Alexander Chase, Perspectives, 1966
Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul. – Andre Maurois
