Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
The age of the Earth is a hotly debated issue among evangelicals. Old Earthers believe, like most scientists, that the universe is billions of years old. Young Earthers measure the age of the universe in terms of thousands of years.
It doesn't matter how old people are. It matters if they love each other and have fun with each other. It has nothing to do with age. To get old is a mental disease. Everything is in the head.
We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.
In my old age, my mind gets more open, and I listen to so many different types of music and I guess that all reflects in my work.
My heroes are people like Picasso and Miro and people who at last really reach something in their old age, which they absolutely couldn't ever have done in their youth.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
A woman tells her doctor, 'I've got a bad back.' The doctor says, 'It's old age.' The woman says, 'I want a second opinion.' The doctor says: 'Okay - you're ugly as well.'
Adulthood is the ever-shrinking period between childhood and old age. It is the apparent aim of modern industrial societies to reduce this period to a minimum.
A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age.
When I'm sitting in the church alone, I can hear singing of the old people. I can hear their singing and I can hear their praying, and sometimes I hum one of their songs.
Coming from the Midwest, I didn't know about stand-up as an art. I just thought stand-up comedians were old men in suits talking about their wives.
He sat watching what went forward with the quiet outward glance of healthy old age.
No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend
New ideas leave the old ones shaking in their shoes, don't they?
…that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use.
I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!
Life versus Death becomes, as Montaigne pointed out, Old Age versus Death.
I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.
You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.
