Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy read more

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less read more

As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.

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.

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.

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!]

Young men are apt to think themselves wise enough, as drunken men are apt to think themselves sober enough.

Young men are apt to think themselves wise enough, as drunken men are apt to think themselves sober enough.

You are only young once, and if you work it right, once is enough.

You are only young once, and if you work it right, once is enough.

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 dreams a bliss on this side of death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
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Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.