Writers may be disreputable incorrigible early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

Age is not all decay it is the ripening the swelling of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.

Middle age is youth without levity and age without decay.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.