The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope.
What was youth at best? A green, an unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts.
Through all of youth I was looking for youwithout knowing what I was looking for
He was like a brother to all of them. He was a part of their youth, and now that is gone.
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