Forty to 60 I would say is your prime. That’s when you know the most, you’ve seen the most, you understand the most, and you still have some physical energy.

It’s not how old you are, it’s how you are old.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one’s youth.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

I’m not young enough to know everything.

I’m not saying you’re old, you have just lived a lot longer than I’ve seen anyone live! But you’re not old. I think.

You know you’re getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It’s like, “See if you can blow this out”.

You know you are getting old, when your friends and relatives compliment you on your new alligator shoes, and you aren’t wearing any!!!

If youth knew; if age could.

Real maturity lies in your words, not on your age.

You know you’re getting old when you start choking on your own saliva and when you start liking foods you hated before.

Maturity cannot be determined by your age, but by how much you’ve been through.

Some people are old at 18, and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.

You know when you’re getting old when you go back to the history books and your pic is in there.

Everyone is willing to live life but no one is willing to get old.

I don’t age, I level up.

At 50, your life is in a state of perfect equilibrium: a balance of wisdom, maturity, and career financial achievement; all combined with just the right amount of physical zest to enjoy your days to the full.

Better to be old than cold.

You know you’re old when your regrets overcome your dreams.

I’m not saying you’re old. Oh wait. You are!