Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.