The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder.

No one is so old that he does not think he could live another year.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world.

I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

As we grow old... the beauty steals inward.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.