Getting old is a fascination thing. The older you get, the older you want to get.

You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.

One of the worst things I’ve learned about getting older is that there seems to be more change that you don’t like than there was when you were younger and you can’t do nothin’ about it.

His mind has become a refuge for old thoughts, idle, indigent, with nowhere else to go. He ought to chase them out, sweep the premises clean. But he does not care to do so, or does not care enough"(72).

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.