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60 to 69 Years Old
One starts to get young at the age of sixty, and then it is too late. Only then does one start to feel free; only then has one learned to strip oneself down to one's essential creative simplicity. ~Pablo Picasso, remark to Jean Cocteau
A man who is not a Liberal at sixteen has no heart; a man who is not a Conservative at sixty has no head. ~Benjamin Disraeli (1804–1881), quoted in Peter's Quotations: Ideas for Our Time by Laurence J. Peter, 1977 [The Quote Investigator has tracked down the earliest known version of this to an 1875 French book, Portraits Contemporains by Jules Claretie, which reads: Anselme Polycarpe Batbie (1828–1887) "in a much-celebrated letter, once quoted the [Edmund] Burke paradox in order to account for his bizarre political shifts: 'He who is not a républicain at twenty compels one to doubt the generosity of his heart; but he who, after thirty, persists, compels one to doubt the soundness of his mind.'" (quoteinvestigator.com/2014/02/24/heart-head) See also: "I never dared be radical when young / For fear it would make me conservative when old." ~Robert Frost, "Precaution," 1936 —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing. ~Marie Stopes
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
He who devotes sixteen hours a day to hard study may become at sixty as wise as he thought himself at twenty. ~Mary Wilson Little
At sixty the man sees the folly of his early ambitions, and lays them aside. He has a competence now, so he hands his business over to his sons. Thus the stimulus to exertion is gone. This relaxation of effort would have been bad at twenty-five. It is disastrous at sixty-five. No unused muscle can hold its vigor. ~Mrs. J.F. Willing, "Growing Old," in The Ladies' Repository, July 1867
At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans. I've no lack of them. I plan to live a little longer yet, to continue to suffer in honourable fashion, that is without complaint or rancour... ~Colette (1873–1954), The Evening Star: Recollections, 1973
Many a man, having begun to be intemperate at thirty, enters at sixty or upwards upon a career of self-restoration.... A man must submit to the conditions of humanity, and not quarrel with a cure as incomplete, because in his climacteric year of sixty-three, he cannot recover, entirely, the vivacities of thirty-five. ~Thomas De Quincey (1785–1859), "Temperance Movement"
This, I understand, is my birthday. I now enter upon my climacteric year sixty-three.... Lord, help me to improve that short minute of time which yet remains. ~Richard Illidge (1636–1709), November 1st 1699
At sixty the man sees the folly of his early ambitions, and lays them aside. He has a competence now, so he hands his business over to his sons. Thus the stimulus to exertion is gone. This relaxation of effort would have been bad at twenty-five. It is disastrous at sixty-five. No unused muscle can hold its vigor. ~Mrs. J. F. Willing, "Growing Old," in The Ladies' Repository, July 1867
I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics. But if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be fifty-two. That's the trouble with us. We number everything. Take women, for example. I think they deserve to have more than twelve years between the ages of twenty-eight and forty. ~James Thurber, 1960
Death, then, — let us know its value and what it is worth, — but destroys the outward tabernacle, cuts down that which hampers it, and removes the weights and shackles of mortality; it does not touch the immortal soul. Day by day the sands of life are failing, and those sands are swept into the common tomb into which we must all be gathered; but the soul wastes not, the soul grows in strength. There is many an old man, who feels at this moment that his soul is more vigorous, more powerful, at sixty-five, at seventy, than it was at thirty-five or at forty. And what does that indicate? That his soul is ripening, growing, and expanding. ~John Cumming, "What Shall It Profit?," Twelve Urgent Questions: Personal, Practical, and Pointed, 1855
Life was a fairy-tale, then, it is a tragedy now. When I was 43 and John Hay 41 he said life was a tragedy after 40, and I disputed it. Three years ago he asked me to testify again: I counted my graves, and there was nothing for me to say. I am old; I recognize it but I don't realize it. I wonder if a person ever really ceases to feel young — I mean, for a whole day at a time. ~Mark Twain, letter to Mr. and Mrs. William Gordon, 1906 January 24th
A carol closing sixty-nine—a résumé—a repetition,
My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,
Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry...
Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast,
The body wreck'd, old, poor and paralyzed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me,
The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,
The undiminish'd faith—the groups of loving friends.
~Walt Whitman (1819–1892), "A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine"
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