No wise man ever wished to be younger.
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.
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.
I must be getting absent-minded. Whenever I complain that things aren't what they used to be, I always forget to include myself.
We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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.
Growing old - it's not nice, but it's interesting.
If you think that I am going to bother myself again before I die about social improvement, or read any of those stinking upward and onwarders - you err - I mean to have some good out of being old.
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.
I have learned little from the years that fly; but I have wrung the colour from the years.
