Old age by nature is rather talkative.

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the same time.

No obligation to do the impossible is binding.

No tempest or conflagration, however great, is harder to quell than mob carried away by the novelty of power.

The best Armour of Old Age is a well spent life preceding it; a Life employed in the Pursuit of useful Knowledge, in honourable Actions and the Practice of Virtue; in which he who labours to improve himself from his Youth, will in Age reap the happiest Fruits of them; not only because these never leave a Man, not even in the extremest Old Age; but because a Conscience bearing Witness that our Life was well-spent, together with the Remembrance of past good Actions, yields an unspeakable Comfort to the Soul

For just as some women are said to be handsome though without adornment, so this subtle manner of speech, though lacking in artificial graces, delights us.

While there's life, there's hope.