Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience....

All diseases run into one, old age.

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.

He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.

A final word: I am not knowledgeable about the internet. I do not have a computer. I guess that at 74 years of age, I don't have the patience to learn.

One problem with age is that patience begins to ebb.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

It's amazing. My kids have grown me in ways I never knew possible. The patience I've received and the love I get from them is just amazing.

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.