I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

Young men have a passion for regarding their elders as senile.

Young men are crazy strange emotional beings.

I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.

When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.