When I was younger my whole sense of self-worth was based on whether or not I was working which was awful. And I had a baby at 20 years old so it wasn't just about me. At around the age of 30 there was a stretch where I wasn't working - certainly not on anything I liked anyway - and I started to do other things.

My husband gave me a necklace. It's fake. I requested fake. Maybe I'm paranoid but in this day and age I don't want something around my neck that's worth more than my head.

Discrimination due to age is one of the great tragedies of modern life. The desire to work and be useful is what makes life worth living and to be told your efforts are not needed because you are the wrong age is a crime.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

Few women I fear have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

Have regular hours for work and play make each day both useful and pleasant and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful old age will bring few regrets and life will become a beautiful success.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.