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

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

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.

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

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

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

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

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