Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

As for old age, embrace and love it. It abounds with pleasure if you know how to use it. The gradually declining years are among the sweetest in a man's life, and I maintain that, even when they have reached the extreme limit, they have their pleasure still.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

To be happy, we must be true to nature, and carry our age along with us.

When I was young I was amazed at Plutarch's statement that the elder Cato began at the age of eighty to learn Greek. I am amazed no longer. Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that ''Carpe Diem'' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow?

An old man loved is winter with flowers.

It is a toss up whether it is worse to be old and bent or young and broke.