Death comes not to the living soul nor age to the loving heart.

Old age calm expanded broad with the haughty breadth of the universe old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood until the time comes for them to depart this life again like children neither tired of living nor aware of death.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

It's not catastrophes murders deaths diseases that age and kill us it's the way people look and laugh and run up the steps of omnibuses.

It is old age rather than death that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.

Love has no age no limit and no death.

Old age is a tyrant who forbids under pain of death the pleasures of youth.