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

As in this body, there are for the embodied one childhood, youth, old age, even so is there the taking on of another body.

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