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Youth Quotes It sloweth age, it strengtheneth youth, it helpeth digestion, it abandoneth melancholie, it relisheth the heart, it lighteneth the mind, it quickenth the spirits, it keepeth and preserveth the head from whirling, the eyes from dazzling, the tongue from lisping, the mouth from snaffling, the teeth from chattering and the throat from rattling; it keepeth the stomach from wambling, the heart from swelling, the hands from shivering, the sinews from shrinking, the veins from crumbling, the bones from aching,and the marrow from soaking.
Wine is made to be drunk as women are made to be loved; profit by the freshness of youth or the splendor of maturity; do not await decrepitude.
So lifeís year begins and closes;
Days though shortening still can shine;
What though youth gave love and roses;
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
The real stumbling-block of totalitarian regimes is not the spiritual need of men for freedom of thought; it is men's inability to stand the physical and nervous strain of a permanent state of excitement, except during a few years of their youth.
Happy is he who has laid up in his youth, and held fast in all fortune, a genuine and passionate love of reading.
England or the Great Britain as it is known more popularly is a land which has for long been a home to people belonging to a number of different cultures and races. The tolerance that it has for different people is in itself immense. Today it also holds the position of the financial capital of the world and is also a part of the European Union. It has for long been a colonial power which has ruled over many nations. It is home for the famous Queen Elizabeth and her descendants. With splendid country sides and cold weather, it is a very much sought after destination by the youth of the Asian countries.In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English.
When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.
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.
Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.
Youth enters the world with very happy prejudices in her own favor. She imagines herself not only certain of accomplishing every adventure, but of obtaining those rewards which the accomplishment may deserve. She is not easily persuaded to believe that the force of merit can be resisted by obstinacy and avarice, or its luster darkened by envy and malignity.
The soul may sleep and the body still be happy, but only in youth.
Young people are in a condition like permanent intoxication, because youth is sweet and they are growing.
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see Beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see Beauty never grows old.
He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.
Old age, especially an honored old age, has so great authority that this is of more value than all the pleasures of youth.
There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age: youth's burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
A third peculiarity about the forest is that it exhibits a dynamic beauty. A Beethoven symphony or a poem of Shelley, a landscape by Corot or a Gothic cathedral, once it is finished becomes virtually static. But the wilderness is in constant flux. A seed germinates, and a stunted seedling battles for decades against the dense shade of the virgin forest. Then some ancient tree blows down and the long-suppressed plant suddenly enters into the full vigor of delayed youth, grows rapidly from sapling to maturity, declines into the conky senility of many centuries, dropping millions of seeds to start a new forest upon the rotting debris of its own ancestors, and eventually topples over to admit the sunlight which ripens another woodland generation.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
The excess of our youth are checks written against our age and they are payable with interest thirty years later.
Music is no different from opium. Music affects the human mind in a way that makes peoplethinkof nothing but music and sensual matters† Music is a treason to the country, a treason to our youth, and we should cut out all this music and replace it with something instructive.
The true lover of learning then must his earliest youth, as far as in him lies, desire all truth. . .He whose desires are drawn toward knowledge in every form will be absorbed in the pleasures of the soul, and will hardly feel bodily pleasures- -I mean, if he be a true philosopher and not a sham one. . .Then how can he who has the magnificence of mind and is the spectator of all times and all existence, think much of human life? He cannot. Or can such a one account death fearful? No indeed.
We don't have a major problem right now in our country, and life is normal. Things like unemployment, which the youth are suffering from, and the rate of inflation - these are chronic conditions and we have to solve them.
Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.
What I did in my youth is hundreds of times easier today. Technology breeds crime.
The tragic youth was going down on me
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I've been right and I've been wrong
Now I'm back where I started from
Never looked over reality's shoulder
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