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.]

Young people need models, not critics

Young people need models, not critics

The chief recommendation [in a young man] is modesty, then
dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
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The chief recommendation [in a young man] is modesty, then
dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
[Lat., Prima commendiato proficiscitur a modestia tum pietate in
parentes, tum in suos benevolentia.]

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.

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
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Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

We have a powerful potential in out youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices read more

We have a powerful potential in out youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices so that we may direct their power toward good ends.

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.

People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up read more

People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.

Young people need models, not critics...

Young people need models, not critics...