Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

The world in general doesn't know what to make of originality it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.

We are not the same persons this year as last nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.