Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit; happy is he who, after having watched its silent growth, is permitted to gather and call it his own.
Youth has a body in search of a wisdom, and with age the wisdom gained is in search of a body.
I have abandoned the follies of youth for those of old age.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do you know that his future will not be equal to our present?
There's nothing that keeps its youth,
A guidance counselor who has made a fetish of security, or who has unwittingly surrendered his thinking to economic determinism, may steer a youth away from his dream of becoming a poet, an artist, a musician or any other of thousands of things, because it offers no security, it does not pay well, there are no vacancies, it has no "future".
A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight.
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.
There is no one, no matter how wise he is, who has not in his youth said things or done things that are so unpleasant to recall in later life that he would expunge them entirely from his memory if that were possible.
And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades.
Profundity of thought belongs to youth, clarity of thought to old age.
The Thief and His Mother A boy stole a lesson-book from one of his schoolfellows and took it home to his Mother. She not only abstained from beating him, but encouraged him. He next time stole a cloak and brought it to her, and she again commended him. The Youth, advanced to adulthood, proceeded to steal things of still greater value. At last he was caught in the very act, and having his hands bound behind him, was led away to the place of public execution. His Mother followed in the crowd and violently beat her breast in sorrow, whereupon the young man said, I wish to say something to my Mother in her ear. She came close to him, and he quickly seized her ear with his teeth and bit it off. The Mother upbraided him as an unnatural child, whereon he replied, Ah! if you had beaten me when I first stole and brought to you that lesson-book, I should not have come to this, nor have been thus led to a disgraceful death.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
Youth is wasted on the young.
In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.
Age considers; youth ventures.
In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.
Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.
The three ages of man: youth, middle age, and "You're looking wonderful!"
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.
Middle age is youth without levity, and age without decay.