Jules Renard. (№ 445352)

Old age does not exist. At least there is no continuous pangs of old age at the end of life: every year we, like trees, experience bouts of old age. We lose foliage, clarity of spirit, taste for life. Then everything comes back. Not just: childhood, maturity, old age. We have our own seasons several times in our lives, but their change is elusive for us: it is not natural.