Quote by Maggie Kuhn
Men and women approaching retirement age should be recycled for pu

Men and women approaching retirement age should be recycled for public service work, and their companies should foot the bill. We can no longer afford to scrap-pile people. – Maggie Kuhn

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Old age is not a disease – it is strength and survivorship, triumph over all kinds of vicissitudes and disappointments, trials and illnesses. – Maggie Kuhn

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Age
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Stand before the people you fear and speak your mind – even if your voice shakes. – Maggie Kuhn

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Fear
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Power should not be concentrated in the hands of so few, and powerlessness in the hands of so many. – Maggie Kuhn

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power
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Other Quotes from
Retirement
category

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern. – Matthew Arnold

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Retirement

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun. – Jim Bishop

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Retirement

Dont think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark. – Samuel Johnson

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Retirement

I am a free man. I feel as light as a feather. – Javier Perez De Cuellar

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Retirement

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Keeping books on social aid is capitalistic nonsense. I just use the money for the poor. I cant stop to count it. – Evita Peron

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Seasons