Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear.
Don't say the old lady screamed. Bring her on and let her scream.
If you want to make an audience laugh, you dress a man up like an old lady and push her down the stairs. If you want to make comedy writers laugh, you push an actual old lady down the stairs.
A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.
Never tell. Not if you love your wife...In fact, if your old lady walks in on you deny it. Yeah. Just flat out and she'll believe it: "I'm tellin' ya. This chick came downstairs with a sign around her neck 'Lay On Top Of Me Or I'll Die.' " I didn't know what I was goin' to do.
I am not Christ or a philanthropist, old lady, I am all the contrary of a Christ.
That's my opportunity to hide behind that old lady and say what I want to say.
I won't quit to become someone's old lady.
I've shut myself inside these walls, and I'm going to be a very lonely old lady if I'm not careful.
No contact with savage Indian tribes has ever daunted me more than the morning I spent with an old lady swathed in woolies who compared herself to a rotten herring encased in a block of ice.
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