Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

I prefer old age to the alternative.

Only soldiers and labouring men can appreciate how glorious it really is to lie late in bed in winter-time. When your life revolves around having to to be at work at seven o'clock in the morning you know everything about that ghastly lep up still half asleep and the rush to put your head under a tap of ice-cold water with the barbarous object of shocking yourself awake.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

Considering the alternative. . . it's not too bad at all.

The French are true romantics. They feel the only difference between a man of forty and one of seventy is thirty years of experience.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.