Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.

With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.

We ought not to heap reproaches on old age, seeing that we all hope to reach it.

Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!"

What is the worst of woes that wait on Age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from Life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

In looking back, I see nothing to regret and little to correct.

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.

An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.