Middle age is when you've met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else.

Middle age: the time when a man is always thinking that in a week of two he will feel just as good as ever.

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

In a man's middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.

In middle life politics are not a mental acquisition; they are a temperament.

When a middle-aged man says in a moment of weariness that he is half dead, he is telling the literal truth.

Though we are perpetually bragging of it [the middle class] as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper class.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

After thirty, a man wakes up sad every morning, excepting perhaps five or six, until the day of his death.