There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.
J. B. PriestleyChildhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.
J. B. PriestleyThere was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.
J. B. PriestleyChildhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.
J. B. Priestley