How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
Old Quotes
Women’s hell is old age.
It is not by gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.
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.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Intellectual blemishes, like facial ones, grow more prominent with age.
In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage, so long are you young. When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, and then only, are you […]
Antiquity, like every other quality that attracts the notice of mankind, has undoubtedly votaries that reverence it, not from reason, but from prejudice.
