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.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of read more

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
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He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.

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!

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forewards. -Soren Kierkegaard.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forewards. -Soren Kierkegaard.

The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer.

The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer.

Believe that you're young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do.

Believe that you're young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do.

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.