To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.
To be renewed is everything. What more could one ask for than to have one’s youth back again?
You are as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fears; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
I think women should start to embrace their age. What’s the alternative to getting older? You die. I can’t change the day I was born. But I can take care of my skin, my body, my mind, and try to live my life and be happy.
Adults are obsolete children.
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.
All diseases run into one, old age.
We’ve put more effort into helping folks reach old age than into helping them enjoy it.
Old age has deformities enough of its own. It should never add to them the deformity of vice.
Preparation for old age should begin not later than one’s teens. A life which is empty of purpose until 65 will not suddenly become filled on retirement.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.
Age considers; youth ventures.
As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer.
Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.
The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven’t changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don’t change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.
I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry.
The answer to old age is to keep one’s mind busy and to go on with one’s life as if it were interminable. I always admired Chekhov for building a new house when he was dying of tuberculosis.
While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.
Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.
