Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.

Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, read more

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, your fear, your despair. The way to keep young is to keep your faith young. Keep your self-confidence young. Keep your hope young.

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak read more

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
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A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike read more

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, read more

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, and some day, when my generation retires, they will have to pay us trillions of dollars in social security

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

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.