All diseases run into one, old age.
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.
In my youth I stressed freedom, and in my old age I stress order. I have made the great discovery that liberty is a product of order.
Whoever, fleeing marriage and the sorrows that women cause, does not wish to wed comes to a deadly old age.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.
Old age is not a disease – it is strength and survivorship, triumph over all kinds of vicissitudes and disappointments, trials and illnesses.
Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
Childhood itself is scarcely more lovely than a cheerful, kindly, sunshiny old age.
Not everything in old age is grim. I haven’t walked through an airport for years, and wheelchairs are the way to travel.