Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood all the work into middle age and all the regrets into old age.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age when the eager passions of youth are cooled and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows which are at morning and evening so large almost entirely disappear at midday.

The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.

Middle age is youth without levity and age without decay.

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.

Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle.

One of the many things nobody ever tells you about middle age is that it's such a nice change from being young.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.