It takes a long time to become young.

It takes a long time to become young.

Young people are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and more fit for new read more

Young people are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and more fit for new projects than for settled business.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

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.

The most aggravating thing about the younger generation is that I
no longer belong to it.

The most aggravating thing about the younger generation is that I
no longer belong to it.

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.

Young people need models, not critics...

Young people need models, not critics...

The chief recommendation [in a young man] is modesty, then
dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
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The chief recommendation [in a young man] is modesty, then
dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
[Lat., Prima commendiato proficiscitur a modestia tum pietate in
parentes, tum in suos benevolentia.]

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.