Quote by Stanislaw Lec
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art. - Stanislaw

Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art. – Stanislaw Lec

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When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet. – Stanislaw Lec

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The crucial task of old age is balance: keeping just well enough, just brave enough, just gay and interested and starkly honest enough to remain a sentient human being. – Florida Scott-Maxwell

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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

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Ive always tried to do my very best, and I want to be the very best age, whatever age I am. – Ann-Margret

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Another principle is, the deepest affections of our hearts gather around some human form in which are incarnated the living thoughts and ideas of the passing age. – Matthew Simpson

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The invalid is a parasite on society. In a certain state it is indecent to go on living. To vegetate on in cowardly dependence on physicians and medicaments after the meaning of life, the right to life, has been lost ought to entail the profound contempt of society. – Friedrich Nietzsche