No young man believes he shall ever die. It is a saying of the brotherhood; but it is true.

There is a feeling of Eternity in youth which makes us amends for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.


One half of time indeed is flown — the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures; for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.

We make the coming age our own — the vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.


Death, old age, are words without a meaning, that pass by us like the idle air which we regard not.

Others may have undergone them, or may still undergo them in our sight — we think of them as nothing to us.

We too shall grow old, and die, in the natural course of things. But in the meantime, we are young, and shall be young for ever.


Look at the morning sun — it is the same to us as it will be to our children. The flowers that bloom in the spring are the same flowers that bloomed in our childhood.

No change has come over them; and we see no change in ourselves. The world is the same world it was — we are the same beings we were.


It is not that we fear to die; we simply cannot conceive of it as a reality. Death is a distant shore at which we do not expect to arrive on this voyage.

It is a paradox that we all know we must die, yet none of us truly believes it until the moment comes.


Such is the feeling of immortality in youth. It is a glorious delusion, and one that carries us through the trials of life with hope and courage.

Let us cherish it while we may, for it will not last forever.