The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
I am the captain of my destiny, I do not abandon the ship in hard times, But, I do have sense enough not to go down with the ship.
The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
We never remember days, only moments.