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A long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love.

LORD BYRON 1788-1824.     _Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 186._

>Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all!

_Holmes._

And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain, And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834.     _Christabel. Part ii._

Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.... It is to be all made of sighs and tears.... It is to be all made of faith and service.... It is to be all made of fantasy, / All made of passion, and all made of wishes; / All adoration, duty, and observance; / All humbleness, all patience, and impatience; / All purity, all trial, all observance.

_As You Like It_, v. 2.

If a man should register all his opinions upon love, politics, religion, learning, etc., beginning from his youth, and so go on to old age, what a bundle of inconsistencies and contradictions would appear at last.--_Swift._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

As former deputy head of the presidential administration, later deputy prime minister and then assistant to the President on foreign affairs, Surkov has directed Russian society like one great reality show. He claps once and a new political party appears. He claps again and creates Nashi, the Russian equivalent of the Hitler Youth, who are trained for street battles with potential prodemocracy supporters and burn books by unpatriotic writers on Red Square. As deputy head of the administration he would meet once a week with the heads of the television channels in his Kremlin office, instructing them on whom to attack and whom to defend, who is allowed on TV and who is banned, how the President is to be presented, and the very language and categories the country thinks and feels in. The Ostankino TV presenters, instructed by Surkov, pluck a theme (oligarchs, America, the Middle East) and speak for twenty minutes, hinting, nudging, winking, insinuating though rarely ever saying anything directly, repeating words like “them” and “the enemy” endlessly until they are imprinted on the mind. They repeat the great mantras of the era: the President is the President of “stability,” the antithesis to the era of “confusion and twilight” in the 1990s. “Stability”—the word is repeated again and again in a myriad seemingly irrelevant contexts until it echoes and tolls like a great bell and seems to mean everything good; anyone who opposes the President is an enemy of the great God of “stability.” “Effective manager,” a term quarried from Western corporate speak, is transmuted into a term to venerate the President as the most “effective manager” of all. “Effective” becomes the raison d’être for everything: Stalin was an “effective manager” who had to make sacrifices for the sake of being “effective.” The words trickle into the streets: “Our relationship is not effective” lovers tell each other when they break up. “Effective,” “stability”: no one can quite define what they actually mean, and as the city transforms and surges, everyone senses things are the very opposite of stable, and certainly nothing is “effective,” but the way Surkov and his puppets use them the words have taken on a life of their own and act like falling axes over anyone who is in any way disloyal.

Peter Pomerantsev

With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on.

William Morris (born 24 March 1834

I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.

Laurell K. Hamilton

There are two things which grow stronger in the breast of man, in proportion as he advances in years: the love of country and religion. Let them be never so much forgotten in youth, they sooner or later present themselves to us arrayed in all their charms, and excite in the recesses of our hearts an attachment justly due to their beauty.--_Chateaubriand._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Jeder Jungling sehnt sich so zu lieben. / Jedes Madchen so geliebt zu sein: / Ach, der heiligste von unsern Trieben / Warum quillt aus ihm die grimme Pein?=--The youth longs so to love, the maiden so to be loved; ah! why does there spring out of this holiest of all our instincts such agonising pain?

_Goethe._

Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal; Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 1819-1891.     _The Biglow Papers. Second Series. No. x._

Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth: but trust and pity, love and constancy, they do.

_Dickens._

That man, I think, has had a liberal education who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, and does with ease and pleasure all the work that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a clear, cold, logic engine, with all its parts of equal strength and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine, to be turned to any kind of work, and spin the gossamers as well as force the anchors of the mind; whose mind is stored with a knowledge of the great and fundamental truths of Nature and of the laws of her operations; one who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of Nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself.

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

When a youth is fully in love with a girl, and feels that he is wise in loving her, he should at once tell her so plainly, and take his chance bravely with other suitors.

_Ruskin._

Pleasure has its time; so, too, has wisdom. Make love in thy youth, and in old age attend to thy salvation.--_Voltaire._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Where storm-born shadows hide and hunt I knew thee, in thy glorious youth, And loved thy vast face, white as truth; I stood where thunderbolts were wont To smite thy Titan-fashioned front, And heard dark mountains rock and roll; I saw the lightning's gleaming rod Reach forth and write on heaven's scroll The awful autograph of God!

Joaquin Miller

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters In a dream of love melted away.

CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): _Fair Zurich's Waters._

Mad with grief, no longer conscious of anything fixed or solid in his brain, incapable of accepting anything thenceforth of fate after those two months passed in the intoxication of youth and love, overwhelmed at once by all the reveries of despair, he had but one desire remaining, to make a speedy end of all.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.     _The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

_Much Ado_, ii. 3.

Lang syne, in Eden's bonny yaird, / When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, / And all the soul of love they shared, / The raptured hour, / Sweet on the fragrant flowery swaird, / In shady bower, / Then you, ye auld sneck-drawing= (latch-lifting) =dog, / Ye cam' to Paradise incog, / And play'd on man a cursed brogue, / (Black be your fa') / And gied the infant warld a shog= (shake), / ='Maist ruin'd a'.

_Burns to the Deil._

I was always an early riser. Happy the man who is! Every morning day comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom and freshness. The youth of nature is contagious, like the gladness of a happy child.--_Bulwer-Lytton._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

What the present generation ought to learn, the young as well as the old, is spirit and perseverance to discover the beautiful, pleasure and joy in making it known, and resigning ourselves with grateful hearts to its enjoyment; in a word--love, in the old, true, eternal meaning of the word. Only sweep away the dust of self-conceit, the cobwebs of selfishness, the mud of envy, and the old type of humanity will soon reappear, as it was when it could still 'embrace millions.' The love of mankind, the true fountain of all humanity, is still there; it can never be quite choked up. He who can descend into this fountain of youth, who can again recover himself, who can again be that which he was by nature, loves the beautiful wherever he finds it; he understands enjoyment and enthusiasm, in the few quiet hours which he can win for himself in the noisy, deafening hurry of the times in which we live.

Friedrich Max Müller     Thoughts on Life and Religion

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will have truly defeated age.

Sophia Loren (born 20 September 1934

Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old.

BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.     _Can Love be controlled by Advice?_

>Love is wasted on the youth, I tell you. Wasted!

Karen Kingsbury

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.

LORD BYRON 1788-1824.     _Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184._

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.     _The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285._

To saunter is to enjoy life; it is to indulge the flight of fancy; it is to enjoy the sublime pictures of misery, of love, of joy, of gracious or grotesque physiognomies; it is to pierce with a glance the abysses of a thousand existences; for the young it is to desire all, and to possess all; for the old it is to live the life of the youthful, and to share their passions.

Honoré de Balzac

We love a girl for very different things than understanding. We love her for her beauty, her youth, her mirth, her confidingness, her character, with its faults, caprices, and God knows what other inexpressible charms; but we do not love her for her understanding. Her mind we esteem (if it is brilliant), and it may greatly elevate her in our opinion; nay, more, it may enchain us when we already love. But her understanding is not that which awakens and inflames our passions.

_Goethe._

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._

    Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind; it is a temper of

the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance

of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.

    Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow

old only by deserting their ideals.  Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up

enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.  Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear, and despair

-- these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit

back to dust.

    Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the love</p>

of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and the starlike things and

thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite

for what next, and the joy and the game of life.

    You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your

self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your

despair.

    So long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage,

grandeur and power from the earth, from man, and from the Infinite, so long

you are young.

        -- Samuel Ullman

Fortune Cookie

>Youth -- not a time of life but a state of mind... a predominance of

courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.

        -- Robert F. Kennedy

Fortune Cookie

Watching girls go passing by

It ain't the latest thing

I'm just standing in a doorway

I'm just trying to make some sense

Out of these girls passing by        A smile relieves the heart that grieves

The tales they tell of men        Remember what I said

I'm not waiting on a lady        I'm not waiting on a lady

I'm just waiting on a friend        I'm just waiting on a friend

...

Don't need a whore

Don't need no booze

Don't need a virgin priest        Ooh, making love and breaking hearts

But I need someone I can cry to        It is a game for youth</p>

I need someone to protect        But I'm not waiting on a lady

                    I'm just waiting on a friend

                    I'm just waiting on a friend

        -- Rolling Stones, "Waiting on a Friend"

Fortune Cookie

    The birds are singing, the flowers are budding, and it is time

for Miss Manners to tell young lovers to stop necking in public.

    It's not that Miss Manners is immune to romance.  Miss Manners

has been known to squeeze a gentleman's arm while being helped over a

curb, and, in her wild youth, even to press a dainty slipper against a

foot or two under the dinner table.  Miss Manners also believes that the

sight of people strolling hand in hand or arm in arm or arm in hand

dresses up a city considerably more than the more familiar sight of

people shaking umbrellas at one another.  What Miss Manners objects to

is the kind of activity that frightens the horses on the street...

Fortune Cookie

The annual meeting of the "You Have To Listen To Experience" Club is now in

session.  Our Achievement Awards this year are in the fields of publishing,

advertising and industry.  For best consistent contribution in the field of

publishing our award goes to editor, R.L.K., [...] for his unrivaled alle-

giance without variation to the statement: "Personally I'd love to do it,

we'd ALL love to do it.  But we're not going to do it.  It's not the kind of

book our house knows how to handle."  Our superior performance award in the

field of advertising goes to media executive, E.L.M., [...] for the continu-

ally creative use of the old favorite: "I think what you've got here could be

very exciting.  Why not give it one more try based on the approach I've out-

lined and see if you can come up with something fresh."  Our final award for

courageous holding action in the field of industry goes to supervisor, R.S.,

[...] for her unyielding grip on "I don't care if they fire me, I've been

arguing for a new approach for YEARS but are we SURE that this is the right

time--"  I would like to conclude this meeting with a verse written specially

for our prospectus by our founding president fifty years ago -- and now, as

then, fully expressive of the emotion most close to all our hearts --

    Treat freshness as a youthful quirk,

        And dare not stray to ideas new,

    For if t'were tried they might e'en work

        And for a living what woulds't we do?

Fortune Cookie

African violet:        Such worth is rare

Apple blossom:        Preference

Bachelor's button:    Celibacy

Bay leaf:        I change but in death

Camelia:        Reflected loveliness</p>

Chrysanthemum, red:    I love</p>

Chrysanthemum, white:    Truth

Chrysanthemum, other:    Slighted love</p>

Clover:            Be mine

Crocus:            Abuse not

Daffodil:        Innocence

Forget-me-not:        True love</p>

Fuchsia:        Fast

Gardenia:        Secret, untold love</p>

Honeysuckle:        Bonds of love</p>

Ivy:            Friendship, fidelity, marriage

Jasmine:        Amiablity, transports of joy, sensuality

Leaves (dead):        Melancholy

Lilac:            Youthful innocence

Lilly:            Purity, sweetness

Lilly of the valley:    Return of happiness

Magnolia:        Dignity, perseverance

    * An upside-down blossom reverses the meaning.

Fortune Cookie

After yet another three years' space the author of _La Légende des siècles_ reappeared as the author of _Les Misérables_, the greatest epic and dramatic work of fiction ever created or conceived: the epic of a soul transfigured and redeemed, purified by heroism and glorified through suffering; the tragedy and the comedy of life at its darkest and its brightest, of humanity at its best and at its worst. Two years afterwards the greatest man born since the death of Shakespeare paid homage to the greatest of his predecessors in a volume of magnificent and discursive eloquence which bore the title of _William Shakespeare_, and might, as its author admitted and suggested, more properly have been entitled _À propos de Shakespeare_. It was undertaken with the simple design of furnishing a preface to his younger son's translation of Shakespeare; a monument of perfect scholarship, of indefatigable devotion, and of literary genius, which eclipses even Urquhart's Rabelais--its only possible competitor; and to which the translator's father prefixed a brief and admirable note of introduction in the year after the publication of the volume which had grown under his hand into the bulk and the magnificence of an epic poem in prose. In the same year _Les Chansons des rues el des bois_ gave evidence of new power and fresh variety in the exercise and display of an unequalled skill and a subtle simplicity of metre and of style employed on the everlasting theme of lyric and idyllic fancy, and touched now and then with a fire more sublime than that of youth and love. Next year the exile of Guernsey published his third great romance, _Les Travailleurs de la mer_, a work unsurpassed even among the works of its author for splendour of imagination and of style, for pathos and sublimity of truth. Three years afterwards the same theme was rehandled with no less magnificent mastery in _L'Homme qui rit_; the theme of human heroism confronted with the superhuman tyranny of blind and unimaginable chance, overpowered and unbroken, defeated and invincible. Between the dates of these two great books appeared _La Voix de Guernesey_, a noble and terrible poem on the massacre of Mentana which branded and commemorated for ever the papal and imperial infamy of the colleagues in that crime. In 1872 Victor Hugo published in imperishable verse his record of the year which followed the collapse of the empire, _L'Année terrible_. All the poet and all the man spoke out and stood evident in the perfervid patriotism, the filial devotion, the fatherly tenderness, the indignation and the pity, which here find alternate expression in passionate and familiar and majestic song. In 1874 he published his last great romance, the tragic and historic poem in prose called _Quatrevingt-treize_; a work as rich in thought, in tenderness, in wisdom and in humour and in pathos, as ever was cast into the mould of poetry or of fiction. Entry: HUGO

Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 13, Slice 8 "Hudson River" to "Hurstmonceaux"     1910-1911

My journey was very melancholy. At first I wished to hurry on, for I longed to console and sympathise with my loved and sorrowing friends; but when I drew near my native town, I slackened my progress. I could hardly sustain the multitude of feelings that crowded into my mind. I passed through scenes familiar to my youth, but which I had not seen for nearly six years. How altered every thing might be during that time! One sudden and desolating change had taken place; but a thousand little circumstances might have by degrees worked other alterations, which, although they were done more tranquilly, might not be the less decisive. Fear overcame me; I dared no advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them. I remained two days at Lausanne, in this painful state of mind. I contemplated the lake: the waters were placid; all around was calm; and the snowy mountains, 'the palaces of nature,' were not changed. By degrees the calm and heavenly scene restored me, and I continued my journey towards Geneva.

Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley     Frankenstein

However, without any apparent object, he questioned Cosette, who was as candid as a dove is white and who suspected nothing; he talked of her childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that convict had been everything good, paternal and respectable that a man can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had surmised was real. That sinister nettle had loved and protected that lily.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

"I remained in the balcony. 'They will come to her boudoir, no doubt,' thought I: 'let me prepare an ambush.' So putting my hand in through the open window, I drew the curtain over it, leaving only an opening through which I could take observations; then I closed the casement, all but a chink just wide enough to furnish an outlet to lovers' whispered vows: then I stole back to my chair; and as I resumed it the pair came in. My eye was quickly at the aperture. Celine's chamber-maid entered, lit a lamp, left it on the table, and withdrew. The couple were thus revealed to me clearly: both removed their cloaks, and there was 'the Varens,' shining in satin and jewels,--my gifts of course,--and there was her companion in an officer's uniform; and I knew him for a young roue of a vicomte--a brainless and vicious youth whom I had sometimes met in society, and had never thought of hating because I despised him so absolutely. On recognising him, the fang of the snake Jealousy was instantly broken; because at the same moment my love for Celine sank under an extinguisher. A woman who could betray me for such a rival was not worth contending for; she deserved only scorn; less, however, than I, who had been her dupe.

Charlotte Bronte     Jane Eyre

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