Growing old is like being increasingly penalised for a crime you haven't committed.

-Powell, Anthony Dymoke
  Temporary Kings, ch.1.

The point is the seeingöthe grace beyond recognition, the ways of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown, beyond the range of language, beyond its noun. Eyes open on growing, flying, happening, and go on opening. Manifold, the world dawns on unrecognizing, realizing eyes. Amazement is the thing. Not love, but the astonishment of loving.

-Reid, Alastair
  Weathering,'Growing, Flying, Happening'.

   'Would you just as soon get off the earth?' holding ourselves aloof in pride of distinction saying to ourselves this costs us nothing as though hate has no cost as though hate ever grewanything worth growing.

-Sandburg, Carl
  On'the red men'.The People,Yes.

Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  The Laird of Dumbiedikes to his son.The Heart of Midlothian, ch.8.

For the first twenty years you are still growing, Bodily that is; as a poet, of course, You are not born yet. It's the next ten You cut your teeth on to emerge smirking For your brash courtship of the muse.

-Thomas, R(onald) S(tuart)
  'ToAYoung Poet'.