The youth of a nation are the trustees of posterity.

If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings and resolves are the last of their kind.

In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, and go as brave as the zodiac.

The mind of a little child is fascinating, for it looks on old things with new eyes-but at about twelve this changes. The adolescent offers nothing, can do nothing, say nothing that the adult cannot do better.

Human life is a continuous thread which each of us spins to his own pattern, rich and complex in meaning. There are no natural knots in it. Yet knots form, nearly always in adolescence.

Those who love the young best stay young longest.

Adolescents tend to be passionate people, and passion is no less real because it is directed toward a hot-rod, a commercialized popular singer, or the leader of a black-jacketed gang.

Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.

Wise parents know that fighting a teenager, like fighting a riptide, is inviting doom.

Every one believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.