“Old age doth in sharp pains abound;We are belabored by the gout,Our blindness is a dark profound,Our deafness each one laughs about.Then reason's light with falling rayDoth but a trembling flicker cast.Honor to age, ye children pay!Alas! my fifty years are past!”
“Every age has its massive moral blind spots. We might not see them, but our children will.”
“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.”
“For as children tremble and fear everything in the blind darkness, so we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.”
“Peter, you're twelve years old. I'm ten. They have a word for people our age. They call us children and they treat us like mice.”