Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.
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 like a fickle girlfriend. We can’t understand or value her until she goes off with someone else, never to return…
Youth is a failing only too easily outgrown.
Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young…
Where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world.
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.
We should instruct youth with good humour, reprove its failings with great gentleness, and not make it afraid of the name of virtue.[Qu’il nous faut en riant instruire la jeunesse, Reprendre ses défauts avec grande douceur, Et du nom de vertu ne lui point faire peur.]
