Age Toasts

Toasts to Middle Age

To our favorite old hippie. Let me assure you that this is a real celebration, and not an acid flashback.

To middle age, which Don Marquis once described as "the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever."

In the words of Ben Jonson,
To the old, long life and treasure;
To the young, all health and pleasure.

To the most closely guarded secret in this country - your real age.

To middle age, when we begin to exchange our emotions for ­symptoms.

To our friend who is aging wonderfully. Nothing about you is old, except a few of your jokes.

Here's to a man who's discovered what really separates the men from the boys - many years

To Europe, where they believe that women get more attractive after thirty-five.

To age. In the words of Frank Lloyd Wright, The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.

Here's to absent friends - both the long-lost friends of our youth and our long-lost youth.

May your fire never go out.

May your well never run dry.

May the Lord love us but not call us too soon.

May time never turn your head gray.

You're not as young as you used to be, but you're not as old as you're going to be - so watch it!

To wine. It improves with age-I like it more the older I get.

Here's to you! No matter how old you are, you don't look it.

Toasts to Old Age

"Old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read."
-Francis Bacon

May the clouds in your life be only a background for a lovely sunset.

In the words of Oliver Goldsmith, "I love everything that's old-old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine."

May you live to be a hundred years with one extra year to repent.

Do not resist growing old-many are denied the privilege.

Here's a health to the future;
A sigh for the past;
We can love and remember,
And hope to the last.

That the almanacs hold,
While there's love in the heart,
We can never grow old

May our lives, like the leaves of the maple, grow
More beautiful as they fade.
May we say our farewells, when it's time to go,
All smiling and unafraid.

May you live to be a hundred-and decide the rest for yourself.

Here's to you:
May you live as long as you want to.
May you want to as long as you live.

To old age, may it always he ten years older than I am.

To the "metallic" age - gold in our teeth, silver in our hair, and lead in our pants. '

May the pleasures of youth never bring us pain in old age.

To old age, or as William Allen White said on his seventieth birthday, "I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today."

To old age--it's not how old you are, but how you are old

To my old friend. As Marjorie Barstow Breenbie once said, "Beautiful young people are accidents of nature. But beautiful old people are works of art.”

May you die in bed at age ninety-five shot by the jealous husband of a teenage wife.

May you enter heaven late.

The good die young-here's hoping you live to a ripe old age.

May you live to be as old as your jokes.

To my old cronies-may they never be too old to be young.

May we keep a little of the fuel of youth to warm our body in old age.

May we live to learn well, and learn to live well.

May we never do worse.

May we never feel want, nor ever want feeling.