If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.—James A. Garfield.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.—Victor Hugo.
Remember that some of the brightest drops in the chalice of life may still remain for us in old age. The last draught which a kind Providence gives us to drink, though near the bottom of the cup, may, as is said of the draught of the Roman of old, have at the very bottom, instead of dregs, most costly pearls.—W.A. Newman.
Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.—Shakespeare.
Few people know how to be old.—La Rochefoucauld.
When men grow virtuous in their old age, they are merely making a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.—Swift.
The defects of the mind, like those of the countenance, increase with age.—La Rochefoucauld.
He who would pass the declining years of his life with honor and comfort, should when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember, when he is old, that he has once been young.—Addison.
Winter, which strips the leaves from around us, makes us see the distant regions they formerly concealed; so does old age rob us of our enjoyments, only to enlarge the prospect of eternity before us.—Richter.
The easiest thing for our friends to discover in us, and the hardest thing for us to discover in ourselves, is that we are growing old.—H.W. Shaw.