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...

The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life.

The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life.

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.

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show;
We may our ends by our beginnings know.

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show;
We may our ends by our beginnings know.

Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.

Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.

Don't waste your youth growing up.

Don't waste your youth growing up.

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.

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!]

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the read more

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.