Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.

Madness. Old age is a massacre. No place for sissies. No place for love songs. No place for dreaming. No place for dreaming erotic dreams

It is not death that the very old tell me they fear. It is what happens short of death — losing their hearing, their memory, their best friends, their way of life. As Felix put it to me, “Old age is a continuous series of losses.” Philip Roth put it more bitterly in his novel Everyman: “Old age is not a battle. Old age is a massacre.

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

Old age is not an accomplishment; it is just something that happens to you despite yourself, like falling downstairs.

There is no age more dangerous than old age.

Old age is a state of mind and a function of mass hypnosis rather than an absolute.

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

Age is a sickness, and Youth is an ambush.

Aging is losing enemies without replacement.

Old age is the harbor of all ills.

Old age is the harbor of all ills.

Old age generally involves pain and danger and inevitably ends in death. The acceptance of that takes courage. Courage deserves respect.

Aging is a catastrophe of the body which our cowardice turns into a catastrophe of the soul.