I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.
The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.
No wise man ever wished to be younger.
We are always the same age inside.
Certainly the effort to remain unchanged, young, when the body gives so impressive a signal of change as the menopause, is gallant; but it is a stupid, self-sacrificial gallantry, better befitting a boy of twenty than a woman of forty-five or fifty. Let the athletes die young and laurel-crowned. Let the soldiers earn the Purple Hearts. Let women die old, white-crowned, with human hearts.
The whiter my hair becomes, the more ready people are to believe what I say.