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.
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It spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in a small way. -Edith Wharton.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he read more
I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he will look forward with the work.
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep read more
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.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.
Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese
Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese
By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.
By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.
Old age doth in sharp pains abound;
We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a read more
Old age doth in sharp pains abound;
We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a dark profound,
Our deafness each one laughs about.
Then reason's light with falling ray
Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay!
Alas! my fifty years are past!
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the read more
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
