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.

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

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.

At last now you can be what the old cannot recall and the young long for in dreams, yet still read more

At last now you can be what the old cannot recall and the young long for in dreams, yet still include them all.

I'm saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I am.

I'm saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I am.

Women are not forgiven for aging. Robert Redford's lines of distinction are my old-age wrinkles.

Women are not forgiven for aging. Robert Redford's lines of distinction are my old-age wrinkles.

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!

If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden read more

If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the read more

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.