The older you get, I have to say, the funnier you find life. That's the only way to go.
Perhaps the gods are kind to us, by making life more disagreeable as we grow older. In the end death seems less intolerable than the manifold burdens we carry
The Older I grow, the more everything seems to me to lie in manliness. This is my new gospel
I've played a lot of fathers in my life, and it seems that my kids are getting older and older in films, and I'm always surprised at how good they are.
As we grow older, the memories of early life brighten, those of maturity and senescence grow dim and confused.
As you grow older, your music begins to mature and grow older along with you.
Life seems to speed up as we get older because life gets less memorable as we get older.
As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
From the accounts of those who have had glimpses of Heaven in visions and revelations, it seems that we do mature somewhat in Heaven. Those who arrive in their youth grow to maturity, while older people appear more middle-aged, in the prime of life.
In the entertainment industry, there is this fear of getting older, because we have high definition television now, and you can see things that the human eye can't even pick up. But the good thing about standup is that the older you get, the funnier you get.
The older you get, the funnier fart jokes are.
I've always been drawn to and fascinated by physical and psychological change.
If I'm able to make pictures of children that are so real, as you follow the children over the years in any given book, and in subsequent books they get older and older and grow up, perhaps there might be something cautionary in that visual example.
Every child is going to grow up. You can see it happen in the books: They get older and older and belong to themselves to a greater and greater extent.
What a fool I was! and yet, in the sight of angels, are we any wiser as we grow older? It seems to me, only, that our illusions change as we go on; but, still, we are madmen all the same.
It may be made a question whether men grow wiser as they grow older, anymore than they grow stronger or healthier or honest.
The older we women grow, the more clearly we see what men really are: hypocrites, boasters, he-goats. The older men grow, the more they doll us up with every perfection.
In time we grow older, we grow wiser, we grow smarter, and we're better. And I feel like I'm becoming more seasoned, although I don't have my salt-and-pepper hair.