I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.

O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are!

In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.

It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

I think that I am better than the people who are trying to reform me.

If small things have the power to disturb you, then who you think you are is exactly that: small.

I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with; something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace; some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.

Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.

At the beginning when the child is coming, people worry the child may be deformed. When a healthy boy or child comes, people are very happy for a short moment.

Leave all the afternoon for exercise and recreation, which are as necessary as reading. I will rather say more necessary because health is worth more than learning.

We all self-conscious. I’m just the first to admit it.

I was ill, and everyone could see it but me.

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.

There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, ‚That person I see is a savage monster;‘ instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.

When I go to the clinic next and sit with a tube in my arm and watch the poison go in, I’m in an attitude of abject passivity. It doesn’t feel like fighting at all; it just feels like submitting.

I like to take every day just searching my own heart, making sure that I’m on course, and I’m doing what God wants me to do. I’m real good with not looking to the critics and looking straight ahead.

Well, I’m in my 60s now. I finally look it, I think. People until I was 60 would always say they thought I looked younger, which I think, without flattering myself, I did, but I think I certainly have, as George Orwell says people do after a certain age, the face they deserve.

We have food all around us all the time, and if we haven’t eaten for three hours, we think we’re starving. You’re not starving – human beings can go for 30 days without food.

Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.

Our greatest evils flow from ourselves.

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.

The AIDS is a disease that is hard to talk about.

You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.

We want to do a lot of stuff; we’re not in great shape. We didn’t get a good night’s sleep. We’re a little depressed. Coffee solves all these problems in one delightful little cup.

When I see myself as an old woman, I just think about being happy. And hopefully, I’ll still be fly.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

Create a ladder of values and priorities in your life, reminding yourself of what really matters to you.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

I brought myself down. I impeached myself by resigning.

I have trouble imagining what I could do that’s beyond the practicality of what I can do.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

I long remained a child, and I am still one in many respects.

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I’ve had a lot of physical problems.

I don’t really get nervous that much, or if I do, only I know. It’s all inside me. I am good at hiding everything.

Now, you lose something in your life, or you come into a conflict, and there’s gonna come a time that you’re gonna know: There was a reason for that. And at the end of your life, all the things you thought were periods, they turn out to be commas. There was never a full stop in any of it.

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?

In this big ball of people, I’m just one grain of sand on this beach.

My experience of malaria was just taking anti-malarials, which give you strange dreams, because I don’t want to get malaria.

In one way, I suppose, I have been ‚in denial‘ for some time, knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light.

‚Unforgiven‘ is probably an example of a script that I liked right away but thought, ‚This is great, but I’d like to do this when I’m older.‘ So I stuck it in the drawer for ten years and then took it out.

It started to weigh on me that I was responsible for the moves that had made me successful, but I wasn’t reaping the lion’s share of the profits, and that was problematic for me.

I always try to do as much as I can do. I’m never a person that does not enough, because I’d regret not doing enough and think I probably could have done more. I probably go too far and have to reel myself back in, which works in some things, and other things it doesn’t work.

The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.

I am an Addictive Personality, they say, a natural slave to passion – and many Doctors have warned me against it. I am a High-risk Patient.

If I am not, may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me.

Let me ask you a question: If you never ate a balanced diet, what would happen to your body? You know the answer: Eventually you’d grow weak; you might even open yourself to serious illness or disease. We all need a balanced diet if we are to stay healthy.

A wise man should consider that health is the greatest of human blessings, and learn how by his own thought to derive benefit from his illnesses.

It was my delusion and naivety that brought me here.

I guess maybe when you get past 70, other people start asking you how you feel.

As I get older, I tend to put more into family than I used to.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

I’ve had two cancer bouts in my years on the Court, and the first one, Justice O’Connor told me, ‚Now, you do the chemotherapy on Friday because you’ll get over it during the weekend and you can be back in court on Monday.‘

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.

In a universe that’s an intelligent system with a divine creative force supporting it, there simply can be no accidents. As tough as it is to acknowledge, you had to go through what you went through in order to get to where you are today, and the evidence is that you did.

The healthiest competition occurs when average people win by putting above average effort.

I’m sorry my existence is not very noble or sublime.

I think my vice would be outdoing myself.

I have never felt more confident in myself, more clear on who I am as a woman. But I am constantly thinking about my own health and making sure that I’m eating right and getting exercise and watching the aches and pains. I want to be this really fly 80-90-year old.

I have little bones.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.