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.
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Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]
Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]
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.
Every youth owes it to himself and to the world to make the most possible out of the stuff that read more
Every youth owes it to himself and to the world to make the most possible out of the stuff that is in him...
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always read more
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
Youth is the trustee of prosperity.
Youth is the trustee of prosperity.
Youth is the period in which a man can be hopeless. The end of every episode is the end of read more
Youth is the period in which a man can be hopeless. The end of every episode is the end of the world. But the power of hoping through everything, the knowledge that the soul survives its adventures, that great inspiration comes to the middle-aged.
In youth we learn; in age we understand.
In youth we learn; in age we understand.
Do not commit the error common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind read more
Do not commit the error common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind you have failed.
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.
