Growing old is like riding in a train: we seem to sit still while the landscape moves by.


Ladies' Home Journal (1949)


Growing old is like riding in a train: we seem to sit still while the landscape moves by.

Growing old is like riding in a train: we seem to sit still while the landscape moves by.

Growing old is like riding in a train: we seem to sit still while the landscape moves by.

Growing old is like riding in a train: we seem to sit still while the landscape moves by.