Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

He was remembering too vividly the youth and freshness of her lips.