|We all know the troubles of old age. The bones creak: the eyes get dim, one forgets names…. The spark does not ignite; adrenalin has lost its potency. But there is some thing to be said on the other side. It is pleasant to rise in the morning, look out at the snow, and remark “I’m not going to the office today.” The beauty of nature has lost none of its charm; the beauty of women none of its benediction. There is. . .a possibility of growing old gracefully, and with content in one’s heart.
– Vannevar Bush (1890-1974)