Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark, that you always carry in your read more

Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark, that you always carry in your heart.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
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Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid the world away: poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene
That men call age, and those who would have been
Their sons, they gave their immortality.

The most aggravating thing about the younger generation is that I
no longer belong to it.

The most aggravating thing about the younger generation is that I
no longer belong to it.

An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young

An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young

That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on read more

That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on le chante.]

I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, read more

I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words. When I was a boy, we were taught to be discrete and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly wise and impatient of restraint.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies read more

I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies upon us.

I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.