Everyone says how wonderful it is to be young. I've never seen it.

These young people have got to suffer, we can't save them from it —

I'm not young. I've never had any youth.

There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.

I don't think she's had much of a life.""Well, a life is a life.""What does that mean?""One never knows. I daresay most lives are rotten. It's only when one's young one expects otherwise.

What larks we had," said James. "When?""When we were young."I could not recall any larks I had had with James. I poured out the wine and we sat in silence.

Yes of course I was in love with my own youth. Aunt Estelle? Not really. Who is one's first love?

God, how the young and beautiful vanish and are no more seen.