Search results for:
One of the many things nobody ever
tells you about middle age is that it's
such a nice change from being young.
Life begins at 40 -- but so do
fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty
eyesight, and the tendency to
tell a story to the same
person, three or four times.
Few women, I fear, have had such
reason as I have to think the long
sad years of youth were worth
living for the sake of middle age.
I'm saving that rocker for the
day when I feel as old as I am.
Old age is an insult. It's
like being smacked.
Middle age is youth without
levity, and age without decay.
You know you're getting old when the
candles cost more than the cake.
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.
Old age isn't so bad when you
consider the alternatives.
The good die young - because they see
it's no use living if you've got to be good.
Old age has deformities enough
of its own. It should never
add to them the deformity of vice.