“The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

Nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

We’ll grow old waiting.

And it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of Him.

The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

Freedom is often the first casualty of war.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

I will never be an old man. To me old age is always 15 years older than I am.

The Crusades – the most signal and most durable monument of human folly that has yet appeared in any age or nation.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.