Subjects — G
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
Three generations from shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves.
Twenty can’t be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty gets bored stiff with twenty’s eternal love affairs.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
What one generation sees as a luxury, the next sees as a necessity.
Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence; but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity.
We may consider each generation as a distinct nation, with a right, by the will of its majority, to bind themselves, but none to bind the succeeding generation, more than the inhabitants of another country.
Our tastes greatly alter. The lad does not care for the child’s rattle, and the old man does not care for the young man’s whore.
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.
From the earliest times the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser than they, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.