I worked hard in gymnastics since the time I was six years old until I retired at 23 years of age.
Though we seem grieved at the shortness of life in general, we are wishing every period of it at an end. The minor longs to be at age, then to be a man of business, then to make up an estate, then to arrive at honors, then to retire.
God's retirement plan is out of this world
I am convinced that the best service a retired general can perform is to turn in his tongue along with his suit, and to mothball his opinions.
I am a free man. I feel as light as a feather.
There is an enormous number of managers who have retired on the job.
The question isn't at what age I want to retire, it's at what income.
When some fellers decide to retire nobody knows the difference.
I have a lifetime appointment and I intend to serve it.
I expect to die at 110, shot by a jealous husband.
Sooner or later I'm going to die, but I'm not going to retire.
When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to pieces. Women go right on cooking.
Time has the same effect on the mind as on the face;
the predominant passion and the strongest feature become more conspicuous from the others' retiring.
The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.
War coverage should be more than a parade of retired generals and retired government flacks posing as reporters.