Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle. I wish the buck stopped here - I could use a few. It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end. It's hard to make a comeback when you have never been anywhere.
Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
It's not hard to meet expenses - they're everywhere. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. And in closing, looking after yourself only means three more years in the nursing home.