“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Grief makes one hour ten.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

I shall not grow conservative with age.

Eating bread in Hollywood is a no-no!

I am above eighty years old … I suppose I am about the only colored woman that goes about to speak for the rights of the colored women. I want to keep the thing stirring, now that the ice is cracked.

The only way to save Social Security is to raise the retirement age.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can’t see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

Old age is always ten years more than we are.

Happiness, at my age, is breathing

With age come the inner, the higher life. Who would be forever young, to dwell always in externals?