Grey hairs are a message from the other world.
After old age there is nothing but infirmity or death.
An old man cries out, "O that youth would return for a day, that I might relate to it what the roll of years has done to me!"
The hair often becomes white, not from the succession of years, but from a succession of evils.
Life is a parting shadow and youth a departing guest.
When a young man says he is hungry, believe him; but when he says he is tired, do not believe him.
DEATH
All life ends in death.
When I see all paths leading men unto death, and no paths leading from death unto us—no traveller there ever returning—not one of ages past ever remaining—I see that I also shall assuredly go where they have gone.