What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

Youth is wasted on the young.

Youth is wasted on the young.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. Lamentations 3:27

It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. Lamentations 3:27

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.

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, read more

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, your fear, your despair. The way to keep young is to keep your faith young. Keep your self-confidence young. Keep your hope young.

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.

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.