Mark Twain Quotes

My faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.

When you become senile, you won't know it.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

There are three signs of senility. The first sign is that a man forgets his theorems. The second sign is that he forgets to zip up. The third sign is that he forgets to zip down.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

When you get older, two things happen to you. You begin to lose your hearing, and I forget what the other one is.

As you get older, you worry about your memory.

My grandfather said, "When you become senile, you won't know it."

That folly of old age which is called dotage is peculiar to silly old men, not to age itself.

There is not a man who does not get senile by the time he reaches sixty. And when one thinks that he will not be senile, he is already so.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

After the age of 80, everything reminds you of something else.

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

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

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

For as the body grows old, so the wits grow old and become blind towards all things alike.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.