Age and Aging Every time I think that I’m getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens. Every time I think that I’m getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.YOU MAY ALSO LIKE »I’m aiming by the time I’m fifty to stop being an adolescent.But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.How earthy old people become –moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.