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.

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, read more

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, and some day, when my generation retires, they will have to pay us trillions of dollars in social security

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

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

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.

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The read more

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I read more

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!

I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies read more

I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies upon us.

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.