Pietro Aretino Quotes

The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well, you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.

At 60, the mind was sharp but the body complained. The legs were willing to make all the right moves but the muscles gave out too early.

When you get older, you've got to find some things differently because sometimes your body won't allow you do what you. When you're younger you can do a lot of stuff, moving around.

I'm at an age when my back goes out more than I do.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.

It is wonderful to me that old men should not be sensible that their minds keep pace with their bodies in the progress of decay.

I'm not a real smart guy. But I've got enough brains to realize that when I'm 60 years old and play a sport, that it's downhill.

Other things being equal, it is better to be smart than to be stupid.

Mostly getting old is boring. I hate the stiffness in the bones. I was physically arrogant for years. I don't like it now that I have difficulty getting around. But a certain equanimity sets in, a certain detachment. Things seem less desperately important than they once did, and that's a pleasure.

That's when I use the word frustrating, when your body breaks down or your body doesn't do the things I'm asking it to do at my age, because I'm trying to keep up with the Joneses.

I think I've slowed down quite a bit. I don't try or attempt even half of the stuff I used to want to try way back in the day when I was a lot younger. It takes a toll on the body throughout the years.

The worst old age is that of the mind.

If I had to last 20 years, I would probably be batting in a wheelchair.

Some things get better with age, but after a certain point, the mind isn't among them.

All human race would be wits. And millions miss, for one that hits.

I'm not the smartest dude in the world. (After all... I picked a career in acting.)

Brains first and then Hard Work.

I'm maybe not quite as sharp as I used to be.

Like a lot of fellows around here, I have a furniture problem. My chest has fallen into my drawers.

Dull minds are never either intuitive or mathematical.

Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure.

Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.

Old age makes caricatures of us all.