My old man is a man of few words.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was a man of few words.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
The old man, of whom we know how he has become what he is, is more of an individual than the young man; for it is only in the course of an eventful life that men are differentiated into full individuality.
A friend often says I'm an old man in a young man's husk. I like that. I am old-fashioned in some ways.
There comes a time in every man's life when he must make way for an older man.
I'm a man of my word.
I don't hate old men but listen when being spoken to.
The words I use too often are X-rated, something an old man like me shouldn't be talking about anyway.
Old men are cantankerous: they like to get their own way.
My old man tried to force on me a notion of what it was to be a 'man.' And it destroyed my dad.