Old age is just a record of one's whole life.

Old age is just a record of one's whole life.

At times is it seems that I am living my life backward, and that at the approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered with wrinkles-wrinkles that my ancestors and parents most assiduously put there and that I had the greatest trouble removing.

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.