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.

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

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

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

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

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.

Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.

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