Getting old is not for sissies.
It's good to give seniors more choices and more options, let them choose a plan that's best for them and target assistance to the lowest income people.
I'm gonna enjoy being old I think I'll be awesome at it.
How good we all are, in theory, to the old; and how in fact we wish them to wander off like old dogs, die without bothering us, and bury themselves.
Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.
Old age is life's parody.
When I get old, I'm going to the old folks' home. I don't want to be one of those guys who's hanging around the house bothering the kids. But not just any old folks' home. I want the whole top floor.
Why do I keep performing at my age? What else am I going to do? Play golf? I tried that years ago and all I did was cuss. I can do that without the walk, cuss at Congress and let [Mark]Twain do it. "Imagine that you were an idiot. And then imagine that you were a member of Congress. Wait - I've repeated myself."
Old age is - a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
As I get older, it's a time to enjoy life.
I think about my grandfather who's 89 years old, and the last thing he needs is more money out of his pocket.
As a member of the Aging Committee, I'm no stranger to fighting for America's seniors.
After you retire, there's only one big event left....and I ain't ready for that.
When people become elders - when they're older; they can be old without being an elder, really. They [can] just be old and not very useful.
The old are in a second childhood.
I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics, but if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be forty-eight.
There are many mysteries in old age but the greatest, surely, is this: in those adverts for walk-in bathtubs, why doesn't all the water gush out when you get in?
I have discovered the secret formula for a carefree old age: iycri = fi (if you can't recall it, forget it).
I'm just waiting to be 85 and be in a pajama community. Everyone's welcome to join me.
Don't come giving me, who's old enough to die and too near blind to create anything any more anyhow, a great big banquet that you eat up in honor of your own stomachs as much as in honor of me- who's toothless and can't eat.
They were very short, the golden years. The golden years are when you can sit back, hopefully, and exchange memories. And that's the worst part about this disease. There's nobody to exchange memories with.
Does anyone find it ironic how a program aimed at old people is called 'Countdown'?
Eighty is when you order a steak and the headwaiter puts it through the blender. Or when you wake up as many times during the night as Burt Reynolds, but not for the same reason.
No one should be alone in their old age, he thought.
old folks is the nation.
