Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

I never quite toed the line. I was a bit disruptive. All my early school reports from the age of 5 were 'Daniel must learn not to distract others.' And now that's what I do for a living.

You just never know when you're living in a golden age.

Another principle is the deepest affections of our hearts gather around some human form in which are incarnated the living thoughts and ideas of the passing age.

Stop living a day at a time and stop worrying about age.

It's not always possible to sit down and eat at home in this day and age of fast-paced living but if you are going to eat out do so as a family and support all the great local places in your areas. I'll still eat at the same diner I did as a kid with my parents.

The culture of independent film criticism has totally gone down the drain and this seems to come with the territory of the consumer age that we are now living in.

IQ is a commodity data is a commodity. I'm far more interested in watching people interact at a restaurant with their smartphone. We can all read 'Tech Crunch ' 'Ad Age.' I would rather be living in the trenches. I would rather be going to Whole Foods in Columbus Circle to watch people shop with their smartphones.

I was living on the wrong side of the tracks in Evanston Illinois in a home for boys. We had these Jackson 5 records. I really related to their voices - they were about my age but they were doing it.

We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.

What I really tried to do with Helen was make her show this sad side of her. She was married off at 16 was so young and living in this castle that can't leave because of how she looks and married to a man she hates and three times her age.

I love things that age well - things that don't date that stand the test of time and that become living examples of the absolute best.

The older generation had greater respect for land than science. But we live in an age when science more than soil has become the provider of growth and abundance. Living just on the land creates loneliness in an age of globality.

Death comes not to the living soul nor age to the loving heart.

People are so busy dreaming the American Dream fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be that they're all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.

I first learned that there were black people living in some place called other than the United States in the western hemisphere when I was a very little boy and my father told me that when he was a boy about my age he wanted to be an Episcopal priest because he so admired his priest a black man from someplace called Haiti.

Every age needs men who will redeem the time by living with a vision of the things that are to be.

We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and comedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion.

Living in an age of advertisement we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day but it changes and withers at a touch.

The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood until the time comes for them to depart this life again like children neither tired of living nor aware of death.

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.

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.