Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.

Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

The foolishness of old age does not characterize all who are old, but only the foolish.

No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.