To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.


To grow old is to grow common. Old age equalizes — we are aware that what is happening to us has happened to untold numbers from the beginning of time. When we are young we act as if we were the first young people in the world.


To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.


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.


To me — old age is always ten years older than I am.


To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.


To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.


Twenty years a child; twenty years running wild; twenty years a mature man –and after that, praying.


We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young. The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.


We are not limited by our old ages; we are liberate by it.


We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.


We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.


We grow neither better or worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.


We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.


We must not take the faults of our youth with us into old age, for age brings along its own defects.


We pay when old for the excesses of youth.


We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.


What a man knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is for the most part incommunicable.


What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.


What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

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