Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don’t recognize you.

I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he will look forward with the work.

When I was a little kid I used to play with guys twice my age, so, I was the last one picked, so if I picked I knew that I had to get the ball to the scorer if I wanted to stay on the court, so that was pretty much my job.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.