Emily Dickinson on age

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul⁠—and sings the tunes without the words⁠—and never stops at all.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

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