A Quote by Tiny Tim

There is nothing like youth. — © Tiny Tim
There is nothing like youth.
Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.
I like to speak with the youth, and I like to hear the youth. They always put me in difficulty. They tell me things that I haven't thought of, or that I've partly thought of. The restless youth, the creative youth, I like them!
Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber
There's nothing more arrogant or conceited than youth, and there's nothing other than machinery that can replace youth.
What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth.
It is always "Youth, youth," when there is nothing else to be said.
I have remained a simple fellow who asks nothing of the world; only my youth is gone - the enchanting youth that forever walks on air.
People see rock and roll as, as youth culture, and when youth culture becomes monopolised by big business, what are the youth to do? Do you, do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture.
Youth looks forward, for nothing is behind! Age backward, for nothing is before.
The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period.
To me, young has no meaning. It's something you can do nothing about, nothing at all. But youth is a quality. And if you have it, you never lose it.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!
The great disadvantage of getting older is to be obliged to relive the salient economic events of one's youth, with nothing learned and nothing forgotten.
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