John Crowe Ransom Quotes

I'll shoot my age if I have to live to be 105.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

certain very old people reach an age where every funeral becomes some sort of insane confirmation of strength, rather than of vulnerability, as it is when we are in our thirties or forties and our friends die.

There are only two kinds of men; the dead and the deadly.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

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

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

War is about dead people.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!

Though I'm 75, I'm not looking forward to death, but it's there for all of us.

In war, everything changes. You are very selective of what you do because everything you do can be the last thing you do in your life.

I have no desire to be a centenarian. I think 90 is a great time. You've had a good innings. You have to deal with the cards that have been dealt, of course, but I don't think very old age, if you haven't got your marbles, can be very nice.

Nobody wants to get old, but nobody wants to die young either.

What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?

I don't worry about getting old. I'm old already. Only young people worry about getting old. When I was 65, I had Cupid's eczema. I don't believe in dying. It's been done. I'm working on a new exit. Besides, I can't die now - I'm booked.

Men grow old quickly on the battlefield.

fang will be the first to die

War is a generality, so are the inevitabilities of war, including death.

Wrecked on the lee shore of age.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

If foundations made of stone can turn to dust, then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust.

I remember, as a kid, my dad always told me, "Getting older beats the alternative." Although, now my father actually is the alternative, so I don't know what he would say. He's completely dead.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.