Ralph H. Baer Quotes

Being 90 is not simple, but it's interesting, very interesting. Before I was 90, I could walk, I could see well, I could hear terrific, and now, I can't hear or see or walk.

Other than my memory being a bit woolly and my knees being a bit creaky, I don't really think there's anything I can't do.

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

When you get older, the first thing that starts to go is reflexes, and reflexes are important for any person, especially an athlete - to react to something in a time when something is going on, and you can't be a second or two behind.

It's one of the terrors of old age that your body is not your friend. Or to be out on the street and be frightened of someone because you're not in good shape and can't do anything about it.

Age is an ugly thing, and it goes on getting worse.

I think the problems with being older come when your body cannot do what your mind wants. Then, Houston, we have a problem.

Talking about the body getting old, there's a sadness to it in a way.

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.

You get old, you slow down.

Each day it's like: 'How many more days am I going to feel young and vibrant? I feel young and vibrant now, but I also feel the aches and pains a little bit.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

The most important thing is posture: when you get old, it's the way you walk, the way you stand, that shows it.

As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

The appearance of aged persons is too well known to make detailed description necessary. The skin of the face is dry and wrinkled and generally pale. The hairs on the head and the body are white. The back is bent, and the gait is slow and laborious, whilst the memory is weak. Such are the most familiar traits of old age.

Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.

I don’t like getting old at all, but then again, who does?

They say the first thing to go is your legs, then it's your reflexes, then it's your friends.

To be 64 is appalling, so what does it matter being 65?

What happens at 90 is that I don't walk so good, my eyes are going, I can't hear well, and I'm getting all of the 90s residuals.

My grandmother is 82, and some days she doesn't even put her teeth in.

I don't sing as well as I used to. Nor does anyone else in their 60s.

It sucks getting old.

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

It's too bad that our bodies wear out while our interests are just as strong as ever.