Wisdom, if it were young, would cherish love, nursing it with devotion, deepening it with sacrifice, vitalizing with parentage, making all things subordinate to it till the end. Even though it consumes us in its service and overwhelms us with tragedy, even though it breaks us down with separations, let it be first. How can it matter what price we pay for love?

Here is a fulfillment of long centuries of civilization and culture; here, in romantic love, more than the triumph of thought or the victories of power is the topmost reach of human beings.

The principle of the family was mutual aid; but the principle of society is competition, the struggle for existence, the elimination of the weak and the survival of the strong.

It is life that educates, and perhaps love more than anything else in life.

Youth is learning to read (which is all that one learns in school), and is learning where and how to find what he may later need to know (which is the best of the arts that he acquires in college). Nothing learned from a book is worth anything until it is used and verified in life; only then does it begin to affect behavior and desire. It is Life that educates, and perhaps love more than anything else in life.

Let us ask the Gods not for possessions, but for things to do; happiness is in making things rather than consuming them.

Happiness is the free play of the instincts, and so is youth.

Man is as young as the risks he takes.

Childhood may be defined as the age of play; therefore some children are never young, and some adults are never old.

Life is that which is discontent, which struggles and seeks, which suffers and creates.