Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness of witherings of tarnishings.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
Anyone who stops learning is old whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who...
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter.