No man loves life like him that’s growing old.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. (Job 16:8)
How earthy old people become – mouldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earth worms and mole crickets.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. (2 Corinthians 4:16)
It takes some little time to accept and realize the fact that while you have been growing old, your friends have not been standing still.
The older I get, the better I was.
The Gods bestowed on Max (Max Beerbohm) the gift of perpetual old age.
It used to be wine, women and song. Now it’s beer, the old lady, and tv.
I was an old man when I was 12; and now I am an old man, and it’s splendid! (on his seventieth birthday)
The glance over cocktails That seemed to be so sweet Doesn’t seem quite so amorous Over Shredded Wheat.