Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, / That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.

Maturity is often more absurd than youth and very frequently is most unjust to youth

Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.