The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

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

Age does not matter if the matter does not age.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.