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.

My sister and I shared a bedroom our entire lives and I believe she discovered the Beatles when she was about 11 and I'm four years younger. So from the age of 7 until 17 we had nothing but Beatles paraphernalia in our room even those little stuffed Beatles that went on stands that are dressed as the Sgt. Pepper band.

Today more than ever we need creative minds to address the issues of the age. And one of the most urgent is this: How can humanity know so much achieve so much and still fail so many people so badly?

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.

Some say that the age of chivalry is past that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself though in another dress And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex and at a certain age I did that. But I'm past that age.