Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark, that you always carry in your read more

Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark, that you always carry in your heart.

A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
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A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

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.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

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.

I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, read more

I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words. When I was a boy, we were taught to be discrete and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly wise and impatient of restraint.

Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you.

Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you.

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.