Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art. – Stanislaw Lec
Never saw off the branch you are on, unless you are being hanged from it. – Stanislaw Lec
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art. – Stanislaw Lec
Never saw off the branch you are on, unless you are being hanged from it. – Stanislaw Lec
When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet. – Stanislaw Lec
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it. But when we pick ourselves up we find our bones are, after all, not broken; while level enough and not unpleasing is the new terrace which lies unexplored before us. – Logan Pearsall Smith, “Age and Death,” Afterthoughts, 1931