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Retirement

Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.

Ernest Hemingway (1898-1961) American Writer.

I advise you to go on living solely to enrage those who are paying your annuities. It is the only pleasure I have left.

Voltaire (1694-1778) French writer and historian.

I anticipate with pleasing expectations that retreat in which I promise myself to realize, without alloy, the sweet enjoyment of partaking, in the midst of my fellow citizens, the benign influence of good laws under a free government, the ever favorite object of my heart, and the happy reward, as I trust, of our mutual cares, labors, and dangers.

George Washington (1732-1799) First President of the USA.

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?

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894) American author and poet.

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.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) British author.

A short retirement urges a sweet return.

John Milton (1608-1674) English poet.

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; you played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your fill: walk sober off; before a sprightlier age comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage: leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744) English poet and satirist.

Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.

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.

George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) Irish writer.

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