Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.
Youth is like a fickle girlfriend. We can’t understand or value her until she goes off with someone else, never to return…
What do most people mean when they say that? So young. Something innocent, something appealing, something helpless. But youth is not that! Youth is crude, youth is strong, youth is powerful – yes, and cruel! And one thing more – youth is vulnerable.
The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; oftentimes it grows turbid.
How absurd to call youth the time of happiness – youth, the time of greatest vulnerability!
Youthful cynicism is sad to observe, because it indicates not so much knowledge learned from bitter experiences as insufficient trust even to attempt the future.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
Youth must be wanton, youth must be quick, dance to the candle while lasteth the wick.
Youth is the time when hearts are large.
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.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a shame it’s wasted on children.
