How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

No sociologist should think himself too good, even in his old age, to make tens of thousands of quite trivial computations in his head and perhaps for months at a time.

Old age is, so to speak, the sanctuary of ills: they all take refuge in it.

Old age is - a lot of crossed off names in an address book