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),

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain read more

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings read more

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never read more

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!

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!

The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
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For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
And out of old bokis, in good fey,
Comyth al this newe science that men lere.

When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of read more

When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.

Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties read more

Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.