Most people don’t grow up. It’s too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That’s the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don’t grow up.

I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

Youth is wasted on the young.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

No man should bring children into the world who is unwilling to persevere to the end in their nature and education.

Experience which was once claimed by the aged is now claimed exclusively by the young.

In football, it’s the job of the player to play, the coach to coach, the official to officiate. Each guy is charged with upholding his end, nothing more. In golf, the player, coach and official are rolled into one, and they overlap completely. Golf really is the best microcosm of life – or at least the way life should be.

It was easy being healthy when I was young. I was full of energy, so sports and physical challenges were fun. But as I got older and the spring left my step, exercise became harder, and eating, drinking and watching TV became easier. By the time I was 50, I’d put on 50 pounds.

Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.

That’s something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.

If I went back to my 20-year-old self, what I would tell my 20-year-old self is, ‚You don’t know anything.‘ Because everyone, when they’re young, they think they know what’s going on in the world, and you don’t.

I wear make-up, and it gets a little bit thicker every year.

I have 22 grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and they keep me young.

Don’t get old, if you can avoid it.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?

Freedom makes a huge requirement of every human being. With freedom comes responsibility. For the person who is unwilling to grow up, the person who does not want to carry his own weight, this is a frightening prospect.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

‚Lives‘ is one of those books I should really have written when I was younger. It is the classic childhood, adolescence, breakthrough-into-maturity book. Every beginning writer has that material – and after that, you’re not sure what you can do.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

You must become an old man in good time if you wish to be an old man long.

Then not only an old man, but also a drunkard, becomes a second time a child.

You can be young without money but you can’t be old without it.

It is not well to make great changes in old age.

The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

It seems the older you get, the more life comes into focus.

It seems sensible to me that we should look to the medical profession, that over the centuries has helped us to live longer and healthier lives, to help us die peacefully among our loved ones in our own home without a long stay in God’s waiting room.

As I get older, I tend to put more into family than I used to.

As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.

I’ll die a crazy old man!

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

Any other woman who has to go to work and pick up the kids and make dinner – that’s way harder than what I have to do.

Every time I think that I’m getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.

We want everybody to act like adults, quit playing games, realize that it’s not just my way or the highway.

I don’t write so much now. I’m getting on 33, pot belly and creeping dementia.

I guess maybe when you get past 70, other people start asking you how you feel.

Sometimes I wonder if we shall ever grow up in our politics and say definite things which mean something, or whether we shall always go on using generalities to which everyone can subscribe, and which mean very little.

I’ve found men are less likely to let petty things annoy them.

I think that as you grow up, as you get older, we can’t get bitter, we can’t get jaded.

Thirty was so strange for me. I’ve really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

Live to learn, and you will really learn to live.

Self-centered leaders manipulate when they move people for personal benefit. Mature leaders motivate by moving people for mutual benefit.

It were a real increase of human happiness, could all young men from the age of nineteen be covered under barrels, or rendered otherwise invisible; and there left to follow their lawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the age of twenty-five.

All diseases run into one, old age.

Feels good to try, but playing a father, I’m getting a little older. I see now that I’m taking it more serious and I do want that lifestyle.

Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

I am a child but I have to think and act like a woman, this business forces you to.

One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.

I like the city. I like the concrete. I like big business. I like being a CEO of my own company and having a lot of responsibilities. At the same time, when I can go off with a backpack or off on a surfboard or even off on a run somewhere in the woods – that’s where I’m really happy.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Remember that no relationship is a total waste of time. You can always learn something about yourself.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won’t save us any more than love did.

When you are young, you cannot imagine being disabled. You imagine you would conquer it somehow. As I’ve got older, I can imagine it; I can see how life narrows in. I feel compassion for my mother now.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.