“Several of my young acquaintances are in their graves who gave promise of making happy and useful citizens and there is no question whatever that cigarettes alone were the cause of their destruction. No boy living would commence the use of cigarettes if he knew what a useless, soulless, worthless thing they would make of him.” IfsUseYoungScienceCausesBoysKnowledgeYouthCitizensPromiseDestructionGravesUselessCigaretteWorthlessAcquaintanceSoulless Author:Luther Burbank
“Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.” MenMayStillsSoulEndsDreamRunningAgeYoungCoursesHopeGrowsGoalBoysMagicYouthArmsBearsPlantSilentWaveImprovementGravesRacingAshesWearyWorldlyTombsGleamBetter Days Author:Friedrich Schiller
“Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.” KnowsEarthYoungHoursYouthFlowerFairsBreathsGravesRemembranceJoyousBlandYoung Life Author:Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
“I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.” FirstsLastsDeathGoneDyingYouthHairThousandDiedGravesTeethDustOdd Author:Lord Byron
“I've read a lot of war writing, even World War I writing, the British war poetry of Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, Robert Graves's memoir "Goodbye to All That," and a civilian memoir "Testament of Youth" by Vera Brittain .” WorldWritingWarYouthBritishGravesMemoirWar Of The WorldsGoodbyeWorld War ITestamentCivilians Author:George Packer
“neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves -- that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night -- so the rope, paper, knife.” WayLoveHomeAgeEarthJoyNightSleepYouthTearsPaperLaughterRageGravesBreadProseLengthKnivesWakingWetRopeVodkaWay Home Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems