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I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away read more
I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties read more
Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were read more
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.
Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in read more
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep read more
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.
