Age Quotes

It is a sadness of growing older that we lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult.

People age even when you're not looking.

We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.

When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.

I didn't mind getting old when I was young. It's the being old now that's getting to me.

Yet somehow our society must make it right and possible for old people not to fear the young or be deserted by them, for the test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.

To hold the same views at forty as we did at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser.

At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty the wit; at forty the judgement.

The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.

By my rambling digressions I perceive myself to be growing old.

I'm having a glorious old age. One of my greatest delights is that I have outlived most of my opposition.

The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, and the young know everything.

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns how to be amused rather than shocked.

That is the greatest fallacy, the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

You're an old-timer if you can remember when setting the world on fire was a figure of speech.

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

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

The stream is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings is easily moved away.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.