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

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

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

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

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

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

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

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.