I put for the general inclination of all mankind, ...

The flesh endures the storms of the present alone the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.

The disembodied spirit is immortal there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.

Prudence is but experience, which equal time, equally bestows on all men, in those things they equally apply themselves unto.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man.

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.

Love has no age, no limit and no death.

It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.

Admiration of the proletariat, like that of dams, power stations, and aeroplanes, is part of the ideology of the machine age.

Those who improve with age embrace the power of personal growth and personal achievement and begin to replace youth with wisdom, innocence with understanding, and lack of purpose with self-actualization.

There are few things that we so unwillingly give up, even in advanced age, as the supposition that we still have the power of ingratiating ourselves with the fair sex.

If repression has indeed been the fundamental link between power, knowledge, and sexuality since the classical age, it stands to reason that we will not be able to free ourselves from it except at a considerable cost.