The hair is the richest ornament of women.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
It's not the hair on your head that matters. It's the kind of hair you have inside.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave