A good and true woman is said to resemble a Cremona fiddle: age but increases its worth and sweetens its tone

On the whole, I am on the side of the unregenerate who affirms the worth of life as an end in itself, as against the saints who deny it.

Life is an end in itself, and the only question as to whether it is worth living is whether you have had enough of it.

Old age is fifteen years older than I am.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

Age, like distance, lends a double charm.