Life is an ordeal, albeit an exciting one, but I wouldn't trade it for the good old days of poverty and obscurity.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.
I spend a lot of time thinking about this business of letting go - letting go of the children God gives to us for such a brief time before they go off on their own; letting go of old homes, old friends, old places and old dreams.
Pretty wife, old wine -- many friends.
Old bachelors and old maids are either too good or too bad.
The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.
I don't do nostalgia. The phrase 'the good old days' never passes my lips.
The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.
Maybe the conference was an inversion layer of another kind, bringing me face-to-face with old friends and old places. With cancer and the Gap and the Old Man, railing about newfangled players and spicy food. Bringing me face-to-face early with death...
There are three faithful friends, an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.
An old man with a torn sleeve never dishonored anyone.
We can study until old age and still not finish.
Where old age is evil, youth can learn no good.
The old one who is loved is like a winter flower.
The old age of an eagle is better than the youth of a sparrow.
The old age of an eagle is better than the youth of the sparrow.
An old man in love is like a flower in winter.
There was this old soccer game called 'Goal' for the old Nintendo, and ever since then, I've played everything from the old school games to the 360.
Trip: Nigger, is you an old man or is you an old woman? I forget.
If you wish to succeed, consult three old people.
