Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes.

Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes.

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike read more

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently

An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young

An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young

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.

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.

Every youth owes it to himself and to the world to make the most possible out of the stuff that read more

Every youth owes it to himself and to the world to make the most possible out of the stuff that is in him...

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.

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.

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.