I feel so sorry for folks who don't like to grow old. I revel in my years. They enrich me. If God should say to me, "I will let you begin over again and you may have your youth back once more," I should say, "If You do not mind, I prefer to go on growing old." I would not exchange the peace of mind, the abiding rest of soul, the measure of wisdom I have gained from the sweet and bitter and perplexing experiences of life. These are the best years of my life--the sweetest, and the most free from anxious care. The way grows brighter, the birds sing sweeter, the winds blow softer, the sun shines more radiantly than ever before....My "outward man" is perishing, but my "inward man" is being joyously renewed day by day.