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),

The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young read more

The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.

The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have read more

The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain.

All diseases run into one, old age.

All diseases run into one, old age.

You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.

You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.

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.

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.

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.

To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in read more

To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.