Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.
Old age may have its limitations and challenges, but in spite of them, our latter years can be some of the most rewarding and fulfilling of our lives.
Old age is the verdict of life.
Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.
At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an age that has domesticated despair and learned to live with it happily.
With age comes a greater wisdom, an ease and comfort with oneself.
Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
Our age is before all things a practical one. It demands of us all clear and tangible results of our work.