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I am not young enough to know everything.

The surest sign of age is loneliness. While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot be old, whatever his years may number.
In youth we learn; in age we understand.
Women are as old as they feel and men are old when they lose their feelings.
Nothing so dates a man as to decry the younger generation.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Age. That period of life in which we compound for the vices that remain by reviling those we have no longer the vigor to commit.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
Since people are going to be living longer and getting older, they'll just have to learn how to be babies longer.
Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.
Few envy the consideration enjoyed by the oldest inhabitant.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.
Every man desires to live long, but no man would be old.
… old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do. You can’t stop the plane, you can’t stop the storm, you can’t stop time. So one might as well accept it calmly, wisely.
It feels great to be 95. I mean, for those parts of me that still have feeling.
I don’t need you to remind me of my age, I have a bladder to do that for me.
Old age isn’t a battle. Old age is a massacre.
The muddle of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.
Old is always 15 years from now.
Was it for this I uttered prayers, / And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, / That now, domestic as a plate, / I should retire at half-past eight?
Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?
You know you’re getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It’s like, “See if you can blow this out.”
You know you’re getting old, when your back starts going out more than you do.
Oh, my God. I’ve just told you how old I am. Nobody knows how old I am. I’m going to have to kill you now.
Continuing to live--that is, repeat A habit formed to get necessaries--Is nearly always losing, or going without.
If we face now the reality, at sixty-five or seventy, seventy-five, eighty, ninety, that we will indeed, sooner or later, die, then the only big question is how are we going to live the years we have left, however many or few they may be? What adventures can we now set out on to make sure we'll be alive when we die? Can age itself be such an adventure?
I have never come across one single woman, either in life or in books, who has looked upon her own old age cheerfully.
Age wins and one must learn to grow old. As I learnt with the loss of a nurse to put childish things behind me, as I learnt when the joys of dependence were over to embrace with fear the isolation of independence, so now I must learn to walk this long unlovely wintry way, looking for spectacles, shunning the cruel looking-glass, laughing at my clumsiness before others mistakenly condole, not expecting gallantry yet disappointed to receive none, apprehending every ache of shaft of pain, alive to blinding flashes of mortality, unarmed, totally vulnerable.
Yes, the truth is that unless old men possess some deep interior life of their own they are almost bound to hang like millstones round the necks of their children and their children's children. Nor is it to be supposed, though he possesses all the natural vanity in the world, that this state of things can be completely concealed from an old man. He is really alone in an unsympathetic world and in his heart he knows that he is. He knows that in spite of all the care that surrounds him his death will be a relief if not an unspeakable comfort to his survivors.
Many a man that couldn't direct you to the drugstore on the corner when he was thirty will get a respectful hearing when age has further impaired his mind.
Oh, dear, this living and eating and growing old; these doubts and aches in the back, and want of interest in Nightingales and Roses . . . [and] Growing old is no gradual decline, but a series of tumbles, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another. Yet when we pick ourselves up we find that our bones are not broken; while not unpleasing is the new terrace which lies unexplored before us.
What is it to grow old? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It is to spend long days And not once feel that we were ever young; It is to add, immured In the hot prison of the present, month To month with weary pain.
We have settled when old age begins. Like all Nature's processes, it is gentle and gradual in its approaches, strewed with illusions, and all its little griefs are soothed by natural sedatives. But the iron hand is not less irresistible because it wears the velvet glove.
. . . when thou are old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant.
If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damn'd.
Cast me not off in the time of my old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
Old age puts more wrinkles in our minds than on our faces; and we never, or rarely, see a soul that in growing old does not come to smell sour and musty.
If you will be cherished when you be old, be curteous while you be young; if you look for comfort in your hoary hairs, be not coy when you have your golden locks.
I’m very pleased to be here. Let’s face it, at my age I’m very pleased to be anywhere.
A man’s years should not be counted until he has nothing else to count.
The greatest problem about old age is the fear that it might go on too long.
First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up, and finally you forget to pull it down.
No hanky, no panky. At my age, foreplay is brushing my teeth … when I can remember where I put ’em.
I don’t plan to grow old gracefully. I plan to have face-lifts until my ears meet.
In this country, some people start being miserable about growing old while they are still young.
It seems like th' only way t' reach a ripe an' peaceful ole age is just t' be downright an' everlastin'ly worthless.
There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle.
Love is always young and fair. What to us is silver hair, Faded cheeks or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below?
Many a man is seen to the best advantage in old age when he is more lenient and indulgent because he is more experienced, unruffled, and resigned.
When a man cometh by age to bee of no use, the respect given to him is only out of compassion, which is a very slender tenure in this ill natured Age. When a man is no more usefull to the world, the respect given him is a kind of almes; hee must not clayme it.
I have liv'd long enough. My way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have.