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What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre read more
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes; but not this alone.
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.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning read more
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by read more
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.
Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.
The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
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.
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!
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.