The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.
Then not only an old man, but also a drunkard, becomes a second time a child.
A man knows he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Give me a young man in whom there is something of the old, and an old man with something of the young: guided so, a man may grow old in body, but never in mind.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.
We don't grow old.? When we cease to grow, we become old.
I don't want to be the oldest performer in captivity... I don't want to look like a little old man dancing out there.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
A tree that can fill the span of a man's arms grows from a downy tip; A terrace nine storeys high rises from handfuls of earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath one's feet.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
But time growing old teaches all things.
Man was born to be rich, or grow rich by use of his faculties, by the union of thought with nature. Property is an intellectual production. The game requires coolness, right reasoning, promptness, and patience in the players. Cultivated labor drives out brute labor.
Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.
Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure?
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.