Youth Is Always An Enemy To The

Nothing In Life Is So Hard That You Can't Make It Easier By The Way You Take It.

Youth Is The Period Of Harsh Judgments, And A Man Seldom Learns Until He Reaches Thirty That Human Nature Is Made Up Not Of Simples, But Of Compounds.

The Transcendental Point Of View, The Habit Of Thought Bred By Communion With Earth And Sky, Had Refined The Grain While It Had Roughened The Husk.

Most Women Want Their Youth Back Again; But I Wouldn't Have Mine Back At Any Price. The Worst Years Of My Life Are Behind Me, And My Best Ones Ahead.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.