I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, read more

Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.

Age ... is a matter of feeling, not of years.

Age ... is a matter of feeling, not of years.

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.

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted read more

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that
bringeth forth his fruit in read more

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that
bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not
wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

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.

The trick is growing up without growing old.

The trick is growing up without growing old.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the read more

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.