“It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1875 · American poet, at his fiftieth college reunion
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Chapter 5
“It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.”
“Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles Wrote his grand Oedipus, and Simonides Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers, When each had numbered more than fourscore years.”
“It was only when an old man that I became acquainted with Greek literature.”
“He grew old learning many a fresh lesson every day.”
“They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.”
In Okinawa there is no word for retirement. There is ikigai, roughly the reason you get up in the morning, and in the longevity research nobody asked the question failed to have an answer.
“Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done.”
Following more than six thousand adults for fourteen years, researchers found that people reporting a clear sense of purpose lived longer, at every age of adult life.
“He plants his trees to serve a race to come.”
“'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.”
“For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”
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