What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
We were never supposed to live until 40. We were built to self-destruct at 30, whether from cancer or mental illness. We’re all going way beyond our expiration date.
Be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of your life it may occur.
I’m not afraid of aging.
When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.
The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.
We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.
Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed.
Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
There is an anti-aging possibility, but it has to come from within.