Though the Jazz Age continued, it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children’s party taken over by the elders, leaving the children puzzled and rather neglected and rather taken aback.
Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don’t. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.
The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.
Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth and I suppose for older people the love of youth in others.
