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

Author: Emily Dickinson

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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.

Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.

Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.