Roy Rogers Quotes

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat in the daylight.

An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.

I warn you not to fall ill, I warn you not to get old.

I'm an elderly gentleman. I haven't been in a fight involving bodily contact in 60 years. Look, I fall trying to put on my underwear in the morning.

I'm more afraid of falling than I am of flying high. I'm not as scared of dying as I am of growing old. Every battle has its glory and its consequence.

Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

I'm getting so old, I don't even buy green bananas anymore.

Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

Old age is a shipwreck.

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.

The greatest problem about old age is the fear that it may go on too long.

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

Why, I am about doing very well, for I am preparing myself, sir, for a place where hardly any majors, and very few Lieutenant-Generals go. God save us, why should there be such a bustle about the taking off of an old grey head that cannot get up three steps without two men to support it?

Of course, it's no fun getting old and getting sick and dying; we all know that's coming, and it's a bore.

The word that scares the hell out of me is 'frail.' I don't want to be frail.

I have little bones.

Quite often, while I'm getting up in the morning, I think my warranty is running out on these body parts because it's not working quite the way it used to.

At 87, I have to keep moving because, if I sit down, you never know what might happen.

The years that remain are clearly limited. When you're 80, you attend a lot more funerals. A lot more people are having a hard time and are ill.

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

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?