As a child our dreams got scattered all about and all our future prospects got scattered to so many places and we spend our lives trying to find the little pieces that make up our lives and make up the dreams that we had as a child that got blown away in the windstorm.

The prospect of dating someone in her twenties becomes less appealing as you get older. At some point in your fife your tolerance level goes down and you realize that with someone much younger there's nothing really to talk about.

I haven't got the slightest idea how to change people but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.

As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

Sales are contingent upon the attitude of the salesman - not the attitude of the prospect.

Worse there cannot be a better I believe there may be by giving energy to the capital and skill of the country to produce exports by increasing which alone can we flatter ourselves with the prospect of finding employment for that part of our population now unemployed.

The prospect of success in achieving our most cherished dream is not without its terrors. Who is more deprived and alone than the man who has achieved his dream?

As winter strips the leaves from around us so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.