Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.
Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.
Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?