There Are No Ambitions Noble

Old Age Is An Ordeal, Of Flesh And Mind. Of Winding Down, Of Slowing Down, Of Dying Cells. It's Accepting The Loss Of Physical Attractiveness And Replacing It With The Power And Wisdom That Can Only Come With Old Age.

Duty, The Most Indecent Of All Obsessions, Was Only Another Name For Love.

The Lovely Thing About Being Forty Is That You Can Appreciate Twenty-five-year-old Men More.

Best Of All She Liked His Eyes, Such A Translucent Golden Brown, And So Laughing.

I Want To Know What They Look Like, Their Height, And Colouring, Physique And Speech Pattens.