A boy's will is the wind's will, / And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

The shades of night were falling fast, / As through an Alpine village passed / A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, / A banner with the strange device, / Excelsior!

For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers. - quoted by Thomas Babington Macaulay, The Rovers (act IV),