To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the read more

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 person of wisdom is the person of years.

The person of wisdom is the person of years.

The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows read more

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!

Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.

Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.

The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines. -Plato.

The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines. -Plato.

The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as read more

The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a read more

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem -and in my esteem age is not estimable.

Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were read more

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.