Age is only a number.

Age is only a number.

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted read more

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were read more

Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain read more

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.

Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.

You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.