To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.
Few people know how to be old.
First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up, then you forget to pull your zipper down.
I really believe that more harm is done by old men who cling to their influence than by young men who anticipate it.
He had come to that time in his life (it varies for every man) when a human being gives himself over to his demon or to his genius, according to a mysterious law which orders him either to destroy or to surpass himself.
The individual succumbs, but he does not die if he has left something to mankind.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.
He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
Let us respect gray hairs, especially our own.
The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines.
A man over ninety is a great comfort to all his elderly neighbours: he is a picket-guard at the extreme outpost: and the young folks of sixty and seventy feel that the enemy must get by him before he can come near their camp.
An old codger, rampant, and still learning.
A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time.
Many a man that couldn't direct ye to th' drug store on th' corner when he was thirty will get a respectful hearin' when age has further impaired his mind.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of their blood.
Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age. In writing Dialogues in Limbo, The Last Puritan, and now all these descriptions of the friends of my youth and the young friends of my middle age, I have drunk the pleasure of life more pure, more joyful than it ever was when mingled with all the hidden anxieties and little annoyances of actual living. Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure.
The arctic loneliness of age.
When pain ends, gain ends too.
No gains without pains.
