No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything.
To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.
One half of time indeed is flown-the other half remains in store for us with all its countless
for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.
We make the coming age our own -- The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us Death.
old age. are words without a meaning. that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not.
Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them-we "bear a charmed life", which laughs.
As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward- Bidding the lovely scenes
at distance hail!-and see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance;