Be wise in time. What youth sows, old age must reap….Sow to yourself rather in righteousness: break up your fallow ground, sow not among thorns.

What youth sows, old age must reap.

As I get older, the things I’m sure of become fewer.

I’m growing older, but not up.

They think I’m too old to cause trouble.
Old age is a powerful disguise.

We hold the moral obligation of providing for old age, helpless infancy, and poverty is far superior to that of supplying the invented wants of courtly extravagance

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

The secret of good old-age is none other than an honest pact with solitude.

The hardest thing about old age is finding someone willing to scratch your feet.

Middle age is when you go to bed at night and hope you feel better in the morning. Old age is when you go to bed at night and hope you wake up in the morning.

My dear, old age is like an airplane flying in a storm. Once you’re in it there’s nothing you can do. You can’t stop a plane, you can’t stop a storm, you can’t stop time. So you might as well take it easy, with wisdom.

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

Filth and old age, I’m sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.

One great thing about getting old is that you can get out of all sorts of social obligations just by saying you’re too tired.