In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

High expectations weren't nurtured in my neck of nowhere back then - children weren't fawned over from an early age as 'gifted' and groomed for a prizewinning future self-esteem was considered something you had to pick from the garden yourself.

I can feel the 60S looming. In my profession I've just moved along with my age. By thinking in decades rather than whether someone's 42 or 47 you can give yourself a whole 10 years to turn yourself around in.

It seems that when you get to a certain age you almost give yourself permission to misbehave and say what you think. People allow it with very old people.

With age you see people fail more. You see yourself fail more. How do you keep that fearlessness of a kid? You keep going. Luckily I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself.

You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

Age gives you a great sense of proportion. You can be very hard on yourself when you're younger but now I just think 'well everybody's absolutely mad and I'm doing quite well'.

As technology advances it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

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.

When marrying ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.