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

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

A man growing old becomes a child again.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.

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

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

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

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

Age appears to be best in four things old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.