Youth is a marvelous garment. How misplaced is the sympathy lavished on adolescents. There is a yet more difficult age which comes later, when one has less to hope for and less ability to change, when one has cast the die and has to settle into a chosen life without the consolations of habit or the wisdom of maturity, when, as in her own case, one ceases to be une jeune fille un peu folle, and becomes merely a woman, worst of all, a wife. The very young have their troubles, but they have at least a part to play, the part of being very young.

Youth is thy gift—the youth that baffles Time.

Of surpassing beauty and in the bloom of youth.

Youth, n. The Period of Possibility, when Archimedes finds a fulcrum, Cassandra has a following and seven cities compete for the honor of endowing a living Homer.

Nothing moves young people so much as to witness a sublime and virile gloom. Michelangelo's thinker staring down into the abyss of his own thoughts, Beethoven's poignantly drawn lips; these tragical masks of universal suffering touch the crude emotions of youth far more than Mozart's silver melodies or the crystalline light that radiates from Leonardo's figures. Being itself beauty, youth has no need of transfiguration. In the superabundance of its vital forces, it is allured by the tragical, and in its inexperience, is prone to accept the embraces of melancholy. That, too, is why youth is always ready for danger, and ever willing to extend a brotherly hand towards mental pain.

The very flower of youth.

people run away from burdens these days. There's nothing they hate more than to be burdened or tied. This accounts for this perverse cult of youthfulness: youth is in itself the yet unburdened state - so we worship youthful looks as the sign and symbol of that craving, almost the promise of its fulfilment. But to attempt to keep it for ever only leads to sterility in every sense: monstrous perversion of youth, destined as blossom of the fruit...

The blessed age of youth is extremely valuable; adorn it with the pleasant hues of Allah's remembrance.

The enthusiastic and pleasing illusions of youth.

What a strange power there is in clothing.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

Youth is wholly experimental.

Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.

Glorious and beautiful
Were youth's feeling and youth's thought—
Would that we did not annul All that in us then was wrought !
Would their influence could remain
When the hope and dream depart ;
Would we might through life retain
Still some youth within the heart !