The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore read more

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength
labour and sorrow; for it soon cut off, and we fly away.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.

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.

Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.

Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

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.

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away read more

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements (as well as one's deepest failures) is a definite symptom of read more

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements (as well as one's deepest failures) is a definite symptom of maturity.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternatives.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternatives.