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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.
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, read more
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
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.
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of read more
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.
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.rn
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.rn
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
