My opportunities were still there, nay, they multiplied tenfold; but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail, and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience.

There's a vintage which comes with age and experience.

Age considers; youth ventures.

As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn't see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more.

When you're young and everything dramatic is exciting, you start to believe that hype that, in order to be an artist, you have to suffer. I've graduated from that school.

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