An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.
How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a seco...
I am thirty-five years old, and it seems to me that I have arrived at the age of grief. Others arrive there sooner. Almost no one arrives much later. I don’t think it is years themselves, or the disin...
The important part of growing older was the growing part. Resisting change meant forever standing still, which was a sad way to live.
Anyone who is forgetting to love is growing older. Anyone who is learning to fly with the wings of love are growing younger.
Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.
I have left orders to be awakened at any time during national emergency, even if I'm in a cabinet meeting.
I don’t ever remember being afraid of oldness.There are things I miss about being younger - chiefly the ability to pull all-nighters and keep working and working well; and being smiled at by girls I d...
Use all this life to make yourself a great writer, thoughtful and kind, slowly, surely over the years.
Hey presto: time travel. You don't need a time machine, it turns out, you just need a friend to laugh like a teenager. Chronology shivers.
And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or money.
Just 'cause there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's not a fire inside.
Some guy said to me: Don't you think you're too old to sing rock n' roll?I said: You'd better check with Mick Jagger.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Youth is but the painted shell within which, continually growing, lives that wondrous thing the spirit of a man, biding its moment of apparition, earlier in some than in others.
Growing older is a precious commodity. Only a few can endure to achieve that distinguished distinction and quality.
The adult were once young.The young have not yet attained adulthood.