Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.

If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.

If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too.

There is a trade off - as you grow older you gain wisdom but you lose spontaneity.

Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience.