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.
Old age has deformities enough of its own. It should never add to them the deformity of vice.
Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
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