Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what read more

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

You're never too old to become younger

You're never too old to become younger

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

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Do not commit the error common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind read more

Do not commit the error common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind you have failed.

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, read more

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, your fear, your despair. The way to keep young is to keep your faith young. Keep your self-confidence young. Keep your hope young.

On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

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.

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.