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 when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.
Youth is happy, because it has the ability to see beauty. When this ability is lost, wretched old age begins, decay, unhappiness.
What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, tho’ the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy’s?
There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life.
The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Learning acquired in youth arrests the evil of old age.
It is quite clear to me that the religious paradise of youth, which was thus lost, was a first attempt to free myself from the chains of the “merely-personal,” from an existence which is dominated by wishes, hopes and primitive feelings.
He lacked the wisdom, and the only way for him to get it was to buy it with his Youth; and when wisdom was his, Youth would have been spent buying it.
Everyone believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exist for his sake.
Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
