I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

Young men are apt to think themselves wise enough, as drunken men are apt to think themselves sober enough.

Young men are apt to think themselves wise enough, as drunken men are apt to think themselves sober enough.

We have a powerful potential in out youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices read more

We have a powerful potential in out youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices so that we may direct their power toward good ends.

There is a fountain of youth: It is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring in your life and read more

There is a fountain of youth: It is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring in your life and the lives of people you love

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
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Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!

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.

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.

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.