Death is too much to ask of the living.
a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.
There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.
The Devil's out of fashion.
Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.
Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!