My mother loved children--she would have given anything if I had been one.

My mother loved children--she would have given anything if I had been one.

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.

Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless read more

Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a read more

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem -and in my esteem age is not estimable.

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.

We are not limited by our old ages; we are liberate by it.

We are not limited by our old ages; we are liberate by it.

Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late

Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late

He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
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He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle read more

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.