Small children will talk to anyone, once the guard of shyness has fallen, and they have, like the elderly, a sense of immediacy, a need to say or do something, now, now, the minute it is thought of, combined with that other sense, of the complete irrelevance of time.

...but oh, it would just break your heart to see some of them waiting for their visitors. They get their hair all done up on Saturday, and on Sunday morning they get themselves all dressed and ready, and after all that, nobody comes to see them. I feel so bad, but what can you do? Having children is no guarantee that you'll get visitors . . . No, it isn't.

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.

Respect elders; protect children. This I do believe. As a young man it is sometimes, in a charitable sense, difficult to shake the sentiment that every elderly person is my grandparent, and every child is my child.

We are never old with the strength of the spirit, although the body may fail.

It always a blessing to learn the wisdom from elderly people.

Love, care and treasure the elderly people in the society.

Blessed is the society that has oldies.

Blessed are you when you enjoyed the company of elderly people. They are always ready to share their rich experience and wisdom with young people.

Blessed is the society with elderly souls.

A change in hairstyle gives a new look.

The glory of the elderly is their insight to life.