“A single question remained, the age-old cry of anguish: “How could one so beautiful be so base?””

“Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.”

“So every day
I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God, one of which was you.”

“A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.”

“Matter of internal security - the age-old cry of the oppressor.
Picard”

“What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.”

“He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”

“Age is never so old as youth would measure it.”

“The question remains: how?”

“One of the duties of old-age, is the management of time. The less that remains to us, the more valuable we ought to consider it.”