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“Learning is an ornament in prosperity, a refuge in adversity, and a provision in old age.”
Aristotle
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them”
Laurence Binyon
“Children are a great comfort in your old age - and they help you reach it faster, too.”
Lionel Kauffman
“Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas
“We can't reach old age by another man's road. My habits protect my life but they would assassinate you.”
Mark Twain
“Old age is no place for sissies.”
Bette Davis
“A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.”
Maurice Chevalier
“Youth, large, lusty, loving - Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?”
Walt Whitman
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
“I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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