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

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

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

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

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

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.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

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