A man growing old becomes a child again.

Like everyone else who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee and obituaries.

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

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

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

Forty is the old age of youth fifty the youth of old age.

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

Old age has deformities enough of its own. It should never add to them the deformity of vice.

Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.