Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Forty to 60 I would say is your prime. That’s when you know the most, you’ve seen the most, you understand the most, and you still have some physical energy.

You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.

Most nations, as well as people are impossible only in their youth; they become incorrigible as they grow older.

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.

You know when you’re young and you see a play in high school, and the guys all have gray in their hair and they’re trying to be old men and they have no idea what that’s like? It’s just that stupid the other way around.

I have lived long enough both in years and in accomplishments.

It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

I guess I don’t so much mind being old, as I mind being fat and old.

If your customer base is aging with you, then eventually you are going to become obsolete or irrelevant. You need to be constantly figuring out who are your new customers and what are you doing to stay forever young.

For most of us, wisdom is acquired in the thicket of experience and usually meets us somewhere along the way if we live long enough. But sooner is better than later.

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

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

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.

The older I get, the more important the eternal becomes to me personally.

Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey’s end.

Getting old is a fascination thing. The older you get, the older you want to get.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to ourselves as well as to other people. Well, women do, anyway. Women do this a lot. And I think when men get older, they do this too, but maybe in slightly different terms.

Some people spend their lives building ultimate dream homes so they can enjoy their twilight years… Others spend their last days in nursing homes.

I’ve been running a full marathon every year for more than 20 years, and my record is getting worse. Getting older, getting worse. It’s natural.

With increasing age, dullness of mind and heart sets in.

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.

I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer’s disease where they slowly began to recover other people’s lost memories.

Starting at about, I guess, forever, I’ve always looked forward to getting older. When I was 14, I couldn’t wait to be 16 and get a driver’s license.

Medicines are only fit for old people.

Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.

You know you’re getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It’s like, ‚See if you can blow this out.‘

I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.

For a long time, I had the idea that I would do a certain amount of work the best I could, and then I would reach a comfort zone, and I wouldn’t be pushed to write more. I would become a different person. It’s a surprise to me that this hasn’t happened. Your body ages, but your mind is the same.

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I’ve had a lot of physical problems.

I don’t have this feeling that 70 is really old.

Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

I’m saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I really am.

Well, I’m in my 60s now. I finally look it, I think. People until I was 60 would always say they thought I looked younger, which I think, without flattering myself, I did, but I think I certainly have, as George Orwell says people do after a certain age, the face they deserve.

At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgment.

It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

Growing old has been the greatest surprise of my life.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I’m past that age.

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

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

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

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

Youth is wasted on the young.

I have quite a decent constitution in spite of all my abuse of it and my advanced years. I’m still quite robust.

When I was younger, I was testing myself and questioning everything, but now it’s less about that and more about these are the years of my life with my family.

Old age has deformities enough of its own. It should never add to them the deformity of vice.

When I was into my 30s, I became increasingly depressed by rejection letters. I had had the feeling that by the time I was 30, I would be established. But I was not at all. By the time of ‚Lives of Girls and Women,‘ I was into my 40s and I had become more thin-skinned.

As I approached my 95th birthday, I was burdened to write a book that addressed the epidemic of ‚easy believism.‘ There is a mindset today that if people believe in God and do good works, they are going to Heaven.

I’m very at ease, and I like it. I never thought I would be such a family-oriented guy; I didn’t think that was part of my makeup. But somebody said that as you get older you become the person you always should have been, and I feel that’s happening to me. I’m rather surprised at who I am, because I’m actually like my dad!

All diseases run into one, old age.

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.

The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply the commentary on it.

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

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

I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.

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

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.