Old age is winter, alas for many people. For those who are wise and optimistic, it is a happy and fruitful time of harvest.
Old age arrives suddenly, as does the snow. One morning, on awakening, one realizes everything is white.
If someone declares that he is able to do everything at age sixty that he was able to do at twenty, then he wasn't able to be doing very much at twenty.
As one grows old, one generally rids himself of his shortcomings because they no longer serve any useful purpose.
The good side of this, as old as you might be, is that one is now younger than he will ever be.
The person who considers himself too old to learn something has probably always felt that way.
Old age embellishes everything. It has the effect of the setting sun on the beautiful sunsets of autumn.
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