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Old Age: Quotations from Burning Words

The day of life spent in honest and benevolent labor comes in hope to an evening calm and lovely; and though the sun declines, the shadows that he leaves behind are only to curtain the spirit unto rest.— HENRY GILES

Thanks to that regular and temperate course of life I have ever lived, I am still capable of taking an active part in these public scenes of business. In fine, he who fills up every hour of his life in such kind of labors as those I have mentioned, will insensibly slide into old age without perceiving its arrival ; and his powers, instead of being suddenly and prematurely extinguished, will gradually decline by the gentle and natural effect of accumulated years.— CICERO

- The second childhood of a saint is the early infancy of a happy immortality, as we believe.— WM. MOUNTFORD

It is not so bad a thing to grow old; it is only getting a little nearer home; a little nearer to immortal youth.— A. H. K

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.— GEORGE MACDONALD

My God! my time is in Thine hands. Should it please Thee to lengthen my life, and complete, as Thou hast begun, the work of blanching my locks, grant me grace to wear them as a crown of unsullied honor.— CHRISTIAN SCRIVER

An aged Christian with the snow of time on his head may remind us that those points of earth are whitest that are nearest heaven,— E. H. CHAPIN

Nobler than a ship safely ending a long voyage, and sublimer than the setting sun, is the old age of a just and kind and useful life. The years of old age are stalls in the cathedral of life in which for aged men to sit and listen and meditate and be patient till the service is over, and in which they may get themselves ready to say "Amen" at the last, with all their hearts and souls and strength.— Wm. MOUNTFORD

Lonely and old, in the dusk I am waiting, Till the dark boatman with soft muffled oar Glides o'er the waves, and I hear the keel grating,- See the dim beckoning hand on the shore, Wafting me over the welcoming river To gardens and homes that are shining forever!