After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

He was remembering too vividly the youth and freshness of her lips.

Nothing had ever felt so young as her lips.

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.

Muoth was right. On growing old, one becomes more contented than in one's youth, which I will not therefore revile, for in all my dreams I hear my youth like a wonderful song which now sounds more harmonious than it did in reality, and even sweeter