George F. Will

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

I do not like to be unkind.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.

You be the clouds above, I’ll be the grass below, and everything in between will be where our love will grow.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

I think every parent, every generation has wanted their children to do better and have a higher standard of living. But I think there’s too much guilt.

Pardon me if I haunt you tonight.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

It isn’t true that you live only once. You only die once. You live lots of times if you know how.

The conception of two people living together for twenty-five years without having a cross word suggests a lack of spirit only to be admired in sheep.

You, and only you, choose how you feel.

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.

Ageing’s alright, better than the alternative, which is not being here.