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I wasted time, and now time doth waste me.

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. [Merchant Of Venice]
The quality, not the longevity, of one's life is what is important.
We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.
Age does not protect you from love but love to some extent protects you from age.
We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young. The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.
Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.
Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.
Methuselah lived to be 969 years old . You boys and girls will see more in the next fifty years than Methuselah saw in his whole lifetime.
How people keep correcting us when we are young! There is always some bad habit or other they tell us we ought to get over. Yet most bad habits are tools to help us through life.
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are.
An old young man, will be a young old man.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. [2 Corinthians 4:16]
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
If you wouldn't live long, live well; for folly and wickedness shorten life.
At twenty years of age, the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgment.
I'm not interested in age. People who tell me their age are silly. You're as old as you feel.
The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.
When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it's a sure sign you're getting old.
Don't just count your years, make your years count.
Perfection of means and confusion of goals seem -- in my opinion -- to characterize our age.
We grow neither better or worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain.
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, age don't matter.
We must not take the faults of our youth with us into old age, for age brings along its own defects.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the gray head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.
A woman past forty should make up her mind to be young; not her face.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.
In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.
The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.
You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.
The older we grow the greater becomes our wonder at how much ignorance one can contain without bursting one's clothes.
Let us not be too particular; it is better to have old secondhand diamonds than none at all.
If the young knew and the old could, there is nothing that couldn't be done.
Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.
Middle age is when a guy keeps turning off lights for economical rather than romantic reasons.
To me -- old age is always ten years older than I am.
Age doesn't matter, unless you're cheese.
With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding. [Job 12:12]
I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.
The surest sign of age is loneliness. While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot be old, whatever his years may number.
He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm
Age is a high price to pay for maturity.
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.
As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
Youth is the period in which a man can be hopeless. The end of every episode is the end of the world. But the power of hoping through everything, the knowledge that the soul survives its adventures, that great inspiration comes to the middle-aged.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.
Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young.
While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.
Maturity is the ability to think, speak and act your feelings within the bounds of dignity. The measure of your maturity is how spiritual you become during the midst of your frustrations.
Old men are dangerous: it doesn't matter to them what is going to happen to the world.
A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Twenty years a child; twenty years running wild; twenty years a mature man --and after that, praying.
He who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Live your life and forget your age.
One of the most important phases of maturing is that of growth from self-centering to an understanding relationship to others. A person is not mature until he has both an ability and a willingness to see himself as one among others and to do unto those others as he would have them do to him.
In mid-life the man wants to see how irresistible he still is to younger women. How they turn their hearts to stone and more or less commit a murder of their marriage I just don't know, but they do.
Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.
The real sadness of fifty is not that you change so much but that you change so little.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
Growing old is not growing up.
A person is always startled when he hears himself called old for the first time.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
Age is not important unless you're a cheese.
Many foxes grow gray but few grow good.
Life begins at 40 -- but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.
Age does not depend upon years, but upon temperament and health. Some men are born old, and some never grow up.
It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
By the time we hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons. We have found out that only a few things are really important. We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves.
I'm at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.
By the time you're eighty years old you've learned everything. You only have to remember it.
You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.
It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.
Age. That period of life in which we compound for the vices that remain by reviling those we have no longer the vigor to commit.
I hope I never get so old I get religious.
While we look not a that things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. [2 Corinthians 4:18]
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.
Maturity is that time when the mirrors in our mind turn to windows and instead of seeing the reflection of ourselves we see others.
As for the pyramids, there is nothing to wonder at in them so much as the fact that so many men could be found degraded enough to spend their lives constructing a tomb for some ambitious booby, whom it would have been wiser and manlier to have drowned in the Nile, and then given his body to the dogs.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
No wise man ever wished to be younger.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
As for old age, embrace and love it. It abounds with pleasure if you know how to use it. The gradually declining years are among the sweetest in a man's life, and I maintain that, even when they have reached the extreme limit, they have their pleasure still.
The person who has lived the most is not the one with the most years but the one with the richest experiences.
Getting old is a fascination thing. The older you get, the older you want to get.
Study until twenty five, investigate until forty, profession until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double allowance.
The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap into this source, you will truly have defeated age.
Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colors are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.
From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.
The worst old age is that of the mind.
Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.
The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
If youth knew; if age could.
Some men are born old, and some men never seem so. If we keep well and cheerful, we are always young and at last die in youth even when in years would count as old.
Middle age is youth without levity, and age without decay.
At twenty a man is full of fight and hope. He wants to reform the world. When he is seventy he still wants to reform the world, but he know he can't.
The really frightening thing about middle age is that you know you'll grow out of it!
There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch.
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.
Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.
Discern of the coming on of years, and think not to do the same things still; for age will not be defied.
The class distinctions proper to a democratic society are not those of rank or money, still less, as is apt to happen when these are abandoned, of race, but of age.
Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.
I refuse to admit that I am more than 52, even if that makes my children illegitimate.
The person of wisdom is the person of years.
Every man is the creature of the age in which he lives; very few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time.
You are young at any age if you are planning for tomorrow.
When we are young we take pains to be agreeable, and when we are old we take pains not to be disagreeable.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142. This is no time to be flitting about the earth. I must cease from the activities proper to youth and begin to take on the dignities and gravities and inertia proper to that season of honorable senility which is on its way.
Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.
There is nothing more despicable than an old man who has no other proof than his age to offer of his having lived long in the world.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.
Old age though despised, is coveted by all.
It takes a long time to become young.
You can judge your age by the amount of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea.
When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
Minds ripen at very different ages.
The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.
Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.
What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.
Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
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.
Old men are fond of giving good advice to console themselves for their inability to give bad examples.
Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.
A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried.
The trouble with our age is that it is all signpost and no destination.
One of the aged greatest miseries is that they cannot easily find a companion able to share the memories of the past.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle.
You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
Women over fifty already form one of the largest groups in the population structure of the western world. As long as they like themselves, they will not be an oppressed minority. In order to like themselves they must reject trivialization by others of who and what they are. A grown woman should not have to masquerade as a girl in order to remain in the land of the living.
Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.
Seek ye counsel of the aged for their eyes have looked on the faces of the years and their ears have hardened to the voices of Life. Even if their counsel is displeasing to you, pay heed to them.
I guess I don't so much mind being old, as I mind being fat and old.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.
Youth is a blunder, manhood is a struggle and old age a regret.
Keep on raging -- to stop the aging.
A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.
Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.
There is no one so old as to not think they may live a day longer.
Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.
Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger ore and better veins of the mine --and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so --and now the dross is coming.
In the name of Hippocrates, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.
A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
I believe the true function of age is memory. I'm recording as fast as I can.
I have never known a person to live to be one hundred and be remarkable for anything else.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
One's age should be tranquil, as childhood should be playful. Hard work at either extremity of life seems out of place. At midday the sun may burn, and men labor under it; but the morning and evening should be alike calm and cheerful.
Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.
With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!
In middle life, the human back is spoiling for a technical knockout and will use the flimsiest excuse, even a sneeze, to fall apart.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
O Time and change! -- with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
Age carries all things away, even the mind.
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.
But it's hard to be hip over thirty when everyone else is nineteen, when the last dance we learned was the Lindy, and the last we heard, girls who looked like Barbara Streisand were trying to do something about it.
Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.
Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
One of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax.
Old age may seem a long way off. But on the day it doesn't, it will be too late to do anything about it.
Age withers only the outside.
In a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod --always bored, often drunk, doing no penance for my faults --rather do I become more tolerant of myself from day to day, hardening my crystal heart with blasphemous humor and shunning only toothpicks, pathos, and poverty as being the three unforgivable things in life.
If you're starting to look wrinkled, don't worry. It covers the scars.
It is a toss up whether it is worse to be old and bent or young and broke.
An old-timer is one who remembers when it cost more to run a car than to park it.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.
I'm 65 and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics. But if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be 48. That's the trouble with us. We number everything. Take women, for example. I think they deserve to have more than twelve years between the ages of 28 and 40.
Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that can happen to a man.
I will never give in to old age until I become old. And I'm not old yet!
For the first fourteen years for a rod they do while for the next as a pearl in the world they do shine. For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve. For the next matrons or drudges they serve. For the next doth crave a staff for a stay. For the next a bier to fetch them away.
The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.
How earthy old people become --moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.
No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.
There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.
Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.
There cannot live a more unhappy creature than an ill-natured old man, who is neither capable of receiving pleasures, nor sensible of conferring them on others.
The latter part of a wise person's life is occupied with curing the follies, prejudices and false opinions they contracted earlier.
The trick is growing up without growing old.
What a man knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is for the most part incommunicable.
A healthy old fellow, who is not a fool, is the happiest creature living.
That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
It is a bore, I admit, to be past seventy, for you are left for execution, and are daily expecting the death-warrant; but it is not anything very capital we quit. We are, at the close of life, only hurried away from stomach-aches, pains in the joints, from sleepless nights and unamusing days, from weakness, ugliness, and nervous tremors; but we shall all meet again in another planet, cured of all our defects.
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.
Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
There are people whose watch stops at a certain hour and who remain permanently at that age.
Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Age does not matter if the matter does not age.
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
No one grows old by living. Only by losing interest in living.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Age considers; youth ventures.
An old man loved is winter with flowers.
We pay when old for the excesses of youth.
One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.
Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom. When the passions have relaxed their hold and have escaped, not from one master, but from many.
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.
Age-based retirement arbitrarily severs productive persons from their livelihood, squanders their talents, scars their health, strains an already overburdened Social Security system, and drives many elderly people into poverty and despair. Ageism is as odious as racism and sexism.
Getting older is like riding a bicycle, if you don't keep pedalling, you'll fall.
Ageism is as odious as racism and sexism.
A stockbroker urged me to buy a stock that would triple its value every year. I told him, At my age, I don't even buy green bananas.
Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
It is a rare and difficult attainment to grow old gracefully and happily.
You know you're getting old when all the names in your black book have M. D. after them.
The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!
When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity -- but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.
Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!
My generation, faced as it grew with a choice between religious belief and existential despair, chose marijuana. Now we are in our Cabernet stage.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets -- and it's always in your face.
Middle age is when you've met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else.
I think in twenty years I'll be looked at like Bob Hope. Doing those president jokes and golf shit. It scares me.
Someday you will read in the papers that Moody is dead. Don't you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I was born of the flesh in 1837, I was born of the spirit in 1855. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the Spirit shall live forever.
Preparation for old age should begin not later than one's teens. A life which is empty of purpose until 65 will not suddenly become filled on retirement.
Nature should have been pleased to have made this age miserable, without making it also ridiculous.
We are not limited by our old ages; we are liberate by it.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.
Being seventy is not a sin.
Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.
No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk --handsome, twenty-two year old.
Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
When I was young I was amazed at Plutarch's statement that the elder Cato began at the age of eighty to learn Greek. I am amazed no longer. Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.