What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre read more

What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes; but not this alone.

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never read more

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the read more

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

Old age is an excellent time for outrage. My goal is to say or do at least one outrageous thing read more

Old age is an excellent time for outrage. My goal is to say or do at least one outrageous thing every week.

There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain read more

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.