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Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know read more
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.
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.
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless read more
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance. -Shakespeare.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance. -Shakespeare.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore read more
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength
labour and sorrow; for it soon cut off, and we fly away.
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!
