Nature should have been pleased to have made this age miserable, without making it also ridiculous.
No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk –handsome, twenty-two year old.
No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.
No one grows old by living. Only by losing interest in living.
No one is so old as to think he cannot live one more year.
No wise man ever wished to be younger.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
Nobody expects to trust his body overmuch after the age of fifty.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.
Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.
O Time and change! — with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is — I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at — a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.
Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Old age equalizes — we are aware that what is happening to us has happened to untold numbers from the beginning of time. When we are young we act as if we were the first young people in the world.
Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom. When the passions have relaxed their hold and have escaped, not from one master, but from many.