The Joy Of The Young Is To

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

Childhood Knows What It Wants - To Leave Childhood Behind.

Compromise Yourself. Obscure Your Own Trail.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.