“Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.”

Fortune befriends the bold.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Hope never stops at all.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

The brain is wider than the sky.

You can stay young as long as you learn.

Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time. Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.

Wisdom is a virtue of old age, and it seems to come only to those who, when young, were neither wise nor prudent.

There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

Insecurity cuts deeper and extends more widely than bare unemployment. Fear of loss of work, dread of the oncoming of old age, create anxiety and eat into self-respect in a way that impairs personal dignity.

Old age: the crown of life, our play’s last act.

Those who are bold enough to advance before the age they live in, must learn to brave censure.

The fundamental event of the modern age is the conquest of the world as a picture.

Old age and treachery can always overcome youth and skill.