Every man desires to live long, but no man would be old.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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 shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, Because the road's last turn will be the best.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

I'm very pleased with each advancing year. It stems back to when I was forty. I was a bit upset about reaching that milestone, but an older friend consoled me. "Don't complain about growing old-many, many people do not have that privilege."

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers-Like our tendrilled life.

O my son, O my grandson. See to it that thou lookest not longingly to thy home, to something within thy home. Do not say: "My mother is there, my father is there. My neighbors, my protectors, exist, flourish. ... I have drink, I have food. I came to life, I was born, at the place of abundance, a place of riches." It is ended; thou goest knowing it.

Yesterday I fancied I was young; But already, alas, I am aging.

"Age ain't nothin' but a number." But age is other things, too. It is wisdom, if one has lived one's life properly. It is experience and knowledge. And it is getting to know all the ways the world turns, so that if you cannot turn the world the way you want, you can at least get out of the way so you won't get run over.