Ogden Nash Quotes

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.

I'm saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I really am.

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.

I think for all of us, as we age, there are always a few moments when you are shocked.

One of the shocks of a 50th birthday is realizing the fundamental fact that your youth is irrevocably over.

I suppose you always look back at how easier things were being young. There's always a shame that you're not as naive as you were.

It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.

I'm 47 now, and I'm at that stage where I'm still young but I'm not young. I'm not old but I'm getting old, and I have stuff at home that reminds me of people and places.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

I think when you turn 50 you get a little melancholic in a way.

I'm a lot older than I was when I was 30, which is kind of hard to believe.

I don't know why it is, but sometimes I feel like I'm 60. It's like I've been around for a long time. I felt that way even when I was 8.

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.

As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer.

Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.

The older I get, the better I used to be.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.

It's not the same thing to make a work - a film, a book, a play - about youth as it is to make one about old age.

I went from adolescence to senility, trying to bypass maturity.

You feel a little older in the morning. By noon I feel about 55.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist begin to change places.