old

Happy the man who gains sagacity in youth but thrice happy he who retains the fervour of youth in age.

Few people know how to be old.

We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have moldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty interest after interest attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while living.

Time goes by: reputation increases ability declines.

The individual succumbs but he does not die if he has left something to mankind.

An old codger rampant and still learning.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden deaths do.

I'm very pleased with each advancing year. It stems back to when I was forty. I was a bit upset about reaching that milestone but an older friend consoled me. 'Don't complain about growing old - many people don't have that privilege.'

There is many a good tune played on an old fiddle.

Your old men shall dream dreams your young men shall see visions.

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

Zsa Zsa Gabor when asked which of the Gabor women was the oldest said "She'll never admit it but I believe it is Mama." When men grow virtuous in their old age they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

It is the fear of being as dependent as a young child while not being loved as a child is loved but merely being kept alive against one's will.

When you are forty half of you belongs to the past. . . And when you are seventy nearly all of you.

I refuse to admit that I am more than 52 even if that makes my sons illegitimate.

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.

I feel age like an icicle down my back.

One trouble with growing older is that it gets progressively tougher to find a famous historical figure who didn't amount to much when he was your age.