The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.

For the unlearned, old age is a winter; for the learned it is the season of the harvest.

By the time we've made it, we've had it.

I don't worry about getting old. I'm old already. Only young people worry about getting old. When I was 65, I had Cupid's eczema. I don't believe in dying. It's been done. I'm working on a new exit. Besides, I can't die now - I'm booked.

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.

Now that I'm over sixty, I'm veering toward respectability.

Acceptance is the word we must substitute for dependence in dealing with the aged. Their acceptance of help, ours of their need.

If a thing is old, it is a sign that it was fit to live. The guarantee of continuity is quality.

To know how to grow old is the master-work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.