When President Kennedy was elected, many black Americans, like so many Americans, were captivated by his youth and energy and promise and were especially hopeful that he might move the country in a new direction on civil rights.
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.
Oh, youth is a wicked, cruel thing – eating miracles with its breakfast and not knowing they are not porridge.
Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
Many thousands of youth have been deprived of the benefit of education thereby, their morals ruined, and talents irretrievably lost to society, for want of cultivation: while two parties have been idly contending who should bestow it.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
The belief that youth is the happiest time of life is founded on a fallacy. The happiest person is the person who thinks the most interesting thoughts, and we grow happier as we grow older.
Good habits formed at youth make all the difference.
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man – the one he used to be.
In my youth I stressed freedom, and in my old age I stress order. I have made the great discovery that liberty is a product of order.