Larry Hogan Quotes

I started going gray in my early twenties.

The older I get, the more grays are popping out. They're definitely all over my beard.

My hair turned gray when I was 24.

my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.

The bad part about growing older is I'm going bald. The good part is my nose seems to be getting shorter.

Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.

I've been writing about growing old for some time, really from the beginning of my career. It's something I'm apparently hung up about and now that I am old, hopefully I speak about it with some authority.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

It makes me look so old.

When I go gray, I'm not going to be able to see it that much. I won't be salt and pepper: I'll be like salt and the white pepper you can buy.

I think I was born aged about 86.

I'm 38, and everyone is making a big deal out of it because I got a few gray hairs cropping in my sides.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle-aged.

Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.

Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.

Balding if God's way of showing you are only human... He takes the hair off your head and puts it in your ears.

Old age makes caricatures of us all.

You have to embrace getting older.

Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.

It's great to have gray hair. Ask anyone who's bald.

I don't mind growing old. I'm just not used to it.

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.

Hee that would bee well old, must bee old betimes.

Age - That period of life in which we compound for the vices that remain by reviling those we have no longer the vigor to commit.