Youth

Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans—born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace.

In one’s youth every person and every event appear to be unique. With age, one becomes much more aware that similar events recur. Later on, one is less often delighted or surprised, but also less disappointed.

If you’re young and talented, it’s like you have wings.

AGE MAY HAVE ONE SIDE, BUT ASSUREDLY YOUTH HAS THE OTHER. THERE IS NOTHING MORE CERTAIN THAN THAT BOTH ARE RIGHT, EXCEPT PERHAPS THAT BOTH ARE WRONG.

So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past . . . that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.

Is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence?

In the days of thy youth seek to obtain that which shall compensate the losses of thy old age.

He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young.

We poets in our youth begin in gladness;

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

Too bad that youth is wasted on the young.

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.

Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.

At your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble.

How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease.

A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a willful stranger; My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.

We have done with Hope and Honor, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

Sweet wine of youth.