Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

Those who love deeply never grow old they may die of old age, but they die young.