I'm very accepting with my age. It's like notches on your belt: experience wisdom and a different kind of beauty. There comes a day when you've become comfortable in your skin.

Maybe it is something to do with age but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.

I love things that age well - things that don't date that stand the test of time and that become living examples of the absolute best.

One of my grandfathers actually having gone out there as a minister decided he would better serve the people as a doctor. So at a very late age - at the age of 38 in fact - he changed course and decided to become a doctor.

The older generation had greater respect for land than science. But we live in an age when science more than soil has become the provider of growth and abundance. Living just on the land creates loneliness in an age of globality.

People tend to become more emotionally intelligent as they age and mature.

We have become a society that can't self-correct that can't address its obvious problems that can't pull out of its nosedive. And so to our list of disasters let us add this fourth entry: we have entered an age of folly that - for all our Facebooking and the twittling tweedle-dee-tweets of the twitterati - we can't wake up from.

At a certain age death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

What is wrong with the Iranians in addition to the nuclear bomb? This is the only country on Earth in the 21st century that has renewed imperialistic ambitions. They really want to become the hegemon of the Middle East in an age that gave up imperialism.

Age becomes reality when you hear someone refer to that attractive young woman standing next to the woman in the green dress and you find that you're the one in the green dress.