At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.
Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.
Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you.
Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.
There’s no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.
The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you’ll grow out of it.
Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.
Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.
I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
I get all fired up about aging in America.
Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.
I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he will look forward with the work.
As you age naturally, your family shows more and more on your face. If you deny that, you deny your heritage.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that can happen to a man.
Minds ripen at very different ages.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
I don’t want to fight aging; I want to take good care of myself, but plastic surgery and all that? I’m not interested.
Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.
Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.
