Edna St. Vincent Millay on age

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends⁠—
It gives a lovely light!

The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,⁠—
No higher than the soul is high.

We were very tired, we were very merry⁠—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.
But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

Jack Benny1894–1974Often credited to Mark Twain