Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
The question isn't at what age I want to retire, it's at what income.
Study until twenty five, investigate until forty, profession until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double allowance.
Don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark.
Eating's going to be a whole new ball game. I may even have to buy a new pair of trousers.
The worst of work nowadays is what happens to people when they cease to work.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
Retirement may be looked upon either as a prolonged holiday or as a rejection, a being thrown on to the scrap-heap.
He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move. But if he was to do so, he realized that he must come to terms with time, that to have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.
I'm happy about my decision and I haven't once said, 'I wonder if I made the wrong decision.' I know it's the right one.
Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it
To retire is to die.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;We bear the burden and the heatOf the long day, and wish 'twere done.Not till the hours of light returnAll we have built as we discern.
I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.
Florida, is Gods waiting room.
Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.
Sooner or later I'm going to die, but I'm not going to retire.
There is an enormous number of managers who have retired on the job.
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