When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not; but my faculties are decaying, now, & soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the latter. It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.
The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.
Thanks to modern medical advances such as antibiotics, nasal spray, and Diet Coke, it has become routine for people in the civilized world to pass the age of 40, sometimes more than once.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn’t have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.