I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.

The younger generation forms a country of its own. It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with young Italians in Rome, with young Frenchmen in Paris, and with young people all over. ... These young people are going to do things. They are going to change things.

I would blossom if I were a rose.