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

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

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

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

Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.

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

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

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

A man growing old becomes a child again.