Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Age appears to be best in four things old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.

Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.