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Youth troubles over eternity, age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.
Youth troubles over eternity, age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Youth is a period of missed opportunities.
Youth is a period of missed opportunities.
Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak read more
Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.
The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.
The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.
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.