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Old Age Is Far More Than White Hair, Wrinkles, The Feeling That It Is Too Late And The Game Finished, That The Stage Belongs To The Rising Generations. The True Evil Is Not The Weakening Of The Body, But The Indifference Of The Soul.

I Knew A Man Who Had Been Virtually Drowned And Then Revived. He Said That His Death Had Not Been Painful.

Memory Is A Great Artist. For Every Man And For Every Woman It Makes The Recollection Of His Or Her Life A Work Of Art And An Unfaithful Record.

Either The Soul Is Immortal And We Shall Not Die, Or It Perishes With The Flesh And We Shall Not Know That We Are Dead. Live, Then, As If You Were Eternal.

An Old Man, Having Retired From Active Life, Regains The Gaity And Irresponsibility Of Childhood. He Is Ready To Play, He Cannot Run With His Son, But He Can Totter With His Grandson. Our First And Last Steps Have The Same Rhythm.