Youth is always an enemy to the old.
Cynicism is a sure sign of youth.
idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.
After all, you can't expect men not to judge by appearances.
Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.
The age is a vociferous one, and no prophet is without honor who is able to strike an attitude and to speak loud enough to make himself heard.