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Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.

Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.

The deferring of anger is the best antidote to anger.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven't changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.

Every great architect is - necessarily - a great poet. He must be a great original interpreter of his time, his day, his age.

Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long and the age of the great epics is past.

Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.

I am incredibly thankful for the strong support I have from my peers in the industry and of course my amazing fans.

Be true to yourself, help others, make each day your masterpiece, make friendship a fine art, drink deeply from good books - especially the Bible, build a shelter against a rainy day, give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day.

As we look forward to freedom, the shining city on the hill and the best days of America lying ahead, it is the men and women in uniform who protect, defend and make us proud to whom we should look and give thanks every night.