The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?