Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

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.

Youth is wasted on the young.

Youth is wasted on the young.

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.]

Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable

Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable

Youth is the first victim of war; the first fruit of peace. It takes 20 years or more of peace read more

Youth is the first victim of war; the first fruit of peace. It takes 20 years or more of peace to make a man; it takes only 20 seconds of war to destroy him.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never read more

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

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 soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.