You May Also Like / View all maxioms
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.
Our youth we can have but to-day;
We may always find time to grow old.
Our youth we can have but to-day;
We may always find time to grow old.
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.
To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies
To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies
Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch read more
Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch forbears.
And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things.
Young men are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for
execution than for counsel; and fitter for new read more
Young men are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for
execution than for counsel; and fitter for new projects than for
settled business.
It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.
It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.
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.
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.
