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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And thou shalt go to thy fathers in peace; thou shalt be buried
in a good old age.
And thou shalt go to thy fathers in peace; thou shalt be buried
in a good old age.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle read more
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
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.
Youth is wasted on the young.
Youth is wasted on the young.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less read more
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
