aging

As the world is wearie of me so am I of it.

Old age is by nature rather talkative.

I have learned little from the years that fly but I have wrung the colour from the years.

Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends.

Growing old - it's not nice but it's interesting.

On the day of his death in his eightieth year Elliot 'the Apostle of the Indians ' was found teaching an Indian child at his bedside. 'Why not to rest from your labours now?' asked a friend. 'Because ' replied the venerable man 'I have prayed God to render me useful in my sphere and he has heard my prayers for now that I can no longer preach he leaves me strength enough to teach this poor child the alphabet.'

Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.

My opportunities were still there nay they multiplied tenfold but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience.

They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much.

And he (King David) died in a good old age full of days riches and honour.

Middle age is when you have a choice of two temptations and choose the one that will get you home earlier.

Every man who has lived his life to the full should by the time his senior years are reached have established a reserve inventory of unfinished thinking.

For the unlearned old age is winter for the learned it is the season of the harvest.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

It's never too late to have a fling For autumn is just as nice as spring And it's never too late to fall in love.

I must be getting absent-minded. Whenever I complain that things aren't what they used to be I always forget to include myself.

Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.