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

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.

Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.

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

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

A stockbroker urged me to buy a stock that would triple its value every year. I told him, 'At my age, I don't even buy green bananas.'

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.

Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.