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.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the read more

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never read more

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies

To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies

It is not possible for civilization to flow backwards while there is youth in the world. Youth may be headstrong, read more

It is not possible for civilization to flow backwards while there is youth in the world. Youth may be headstrong, but it will advance it allotted length.

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.

I'll tell 'ya how to stay young: Hang around with older people

I'll tell 'ya how to stay young: Hang around with older people

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.

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The read more

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.