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Just remember, once you're over
the hill you begin to pick up speed.
Growing old is like being increasingly penalized
for a crime you haven't committed.
Age should not have its face lifted,
but it should rather teach the world to
admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience
and the firm line of character.
The more sand has escaped from
the hourglass of our life,
the clearer we should see through it.
You know you're getting old
when all the names in your black
book have M. D. after them.
The old -- like children -- talk to themselves,
for they have reached that hopeless wisdom
of experience which knows that though one
were to cry it in the streets to multitudes,
or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved,
the only ears that can ever
hear one's secrets are one's own!
We are not limited by our old
ages; we are liberate by it.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate,
Look we for any kinship with the stars.
Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold,
And the great price we paid for it full worth:
We have it only when we are half earth.
Little avails that coinage to the old!
Old age is like flying through
a storm. Once you are aboard,
there's nothing you can do.
If you associate enough with older
people who do enjoy their lives, who
are not stored away in any golden ghettos,
you will gain a sense of continuity
and of the possibility for a full life.
Age is not a particularly interesting
subject. Anyone can get old. All
you have to do is live long enough.