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.
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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.
Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable
Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable
Young fellows will be young fellows.
Young fellows will be young fellows.
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.
Youth is easily deceived, because it is quick to hope.
Youth is easily deceived, because it is quick to hope.
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.
I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies read more
I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies upon us.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the read more
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
