| How stunning are the changes which age makes
in a man while he sleeps! - Letter to W. D. Howells, 22 August 1887 Life was a fairy-tale, then, it is a tragedy now. When I was 43 and John
Hay 41 he said life was a tragedy after 40, and I disputed it. Three years
ago he asked me to testify again: I counted my graves, and there was nothing
for me to say. I am old; I recognize it but I don't realize it. I wonder
if a person ever really ceases to feel young -- I mean, for a whole day
at a time. It was on the 10th day of May -- 1884 -- that I confessed to age by mounting
spectacles for the first time, and in the same hour I renewed my youth,
to outward appearance, by mounting a bicycle for the first time. The spectacles
stayed on. |
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Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age
of eighty and gradually approach eighteen. Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been. |
 Illustration by "Dwig" from BREVITIES, 1903 |
Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored
flower in his button-hole.
- The American Claimant
Age enlarges and enriches the powers of some musical instruments--notably those
of the violin--but it seems to set a piano's teeth on edge.
- Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion
Seventy is old enough. After that there is too much risk.
- Following the Equator
I was young and foolish then; now I am old an foolisher.
- Mark Twain, a Biography
Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost
the faculty of putting out blossoms.
- Letter to Joe Goodman, April 1891
I saw men whom thirty years had changed but slightly; but their wives had grown
old. These were good women; it is very wearing to be good.
- Life on the Mississippi
When a man stands on the verge of seventy-two you know perfectly well that he
never reached that place without knowing what this life is -- heartbreaking
bereavement.
- "Books, Authors, and Hats," Mark Twain's Speeches
As soon as a man recognizes that he has drifted into age, he gets reminiscent.
He wants to talk and talk; and not about the present or the future, but about
his old times. For there is where the pathos of his life lies -- and the charm
of it. The pathos of it is there because it was opulent with treasures that
are gone, and the charm of it is in casting them up from the musty ledgers and
remembering how rich and gracious they were.
- "Frank Fuller and My First New York Lecture," first published in
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