Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the centre of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering.

Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

Middle age is when your age starts to show around the middle.

Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.

The blush that flies at seventeen Is fixed at forty-nine.

She was in a petticoat now, and corsets which bulged, and unaware of being seen in bulgy corsets. She had become so dully habituated to married life that in her full matronliness she was as sexless as an anemic nun.

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

Jamie is fifty and feels thirty: Judy is thirty and feels twenty. That's only ten years difference.

You know you've reached middle age when your weightlifting consists merely of standing up.