Forty is the old age of youth…
Fifty the youth of old age.

While we’ve youth in our hearts, we can never grow old.

We do not quit playing because we grow old.
We grow old because we quit playing.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

Old age is fifteen years older than I am.

You will never be old with a twinkle in your eye
with the springtime in your heart as you watch the winter fly.
You will never be old while you have a smile to share
while you wonder at mankind and you find the time to care.
While there’s magic in your world and a special dream to hold
while you still can laugh at life you will never be old.

The other day a man asked me what I thought was the best time of life.
“Why” I answered without a thought, “NOW.”

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart.
The spirit should never grow old.

The older I get…
the more of my mother I see in myself.

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty.
Anyone who keeps on learning stays young.
The greatest thing in life is to keep the mind young.

Those who love deeply never grow old,
they may die of old age, but they die young.

The years teach us much
the days never knew.

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth,
but delicious in the years of maturity.

The love we have in our youth is superficial
compared to the love an old man has for his wife.

It is not how old you are…
but how you are old.

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
as I have seen in one autumnal face.

I have lived long enough to know that the evening glow of love has its own riches and splendour.

We turn not older with years,
but newer every day.

Age is a matter of feeling… not of years.

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty…
They merely move it from their face into their hearts.