As we get older, things seem less important.
We do not necessarily improve with age: for better or worse we become more like ourselves.
I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.
Getting old is not for sissies, kid.
If we could switch off the aging gene we would. There's no technology that we've had that we haven't used. We are in the capital of staying young forever.
Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.
How pleasant is the day when we give up striving to be young-or slender.
Many many people find themselves wondering in their 40s and 50s, is this all there is?
When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.
Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.
It may well be that the pictures of Courbet, Manet, Monet and their like contain beauties which escape the notice of such old romantic heads as ours, already streaked with silver threads.
Who wants to see 3 aging old racists on stage, anyway?
Time which diminishes all things increases understanding for the aging.
Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy.
People who are lazy may smoke pot and remain lazy. That is aging the person finding a drug to help one create the vegetable style the person wants, as the person cannot live in the real world.
Even though we all have genetic predispositions, our health and aging aren't predetermined.
The rarest attainment is to grow old happily and gracefully.
I'm happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.
My brain cannot conceive how old my body is.
The older we grow, the greater become the ordeals.