My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, read more

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in read more

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

The crucial task of old age is balance: keeping just well enough, just brave enough, just gay and interested and read more

The crucial task of old age is balance: keeping just well enough, just brave enough, just gay and interested and starkly honest enough to remain a sentient human being.

Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.

Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never read more

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.

Middle age . . . when a man is at the peak of his yearning power. -Wall Stress Journal.

Middle age . . . when a man is at the peak of his yearning power. -Wall Stress Journal.

Age ... is a matter of feeling, not of years.

Age ... is a matter of feeling, not of years.