To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season-delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice very rarelyfavoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes.

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To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season-delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice very rarelyfavoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes.

— Samuel Butler · The Way of All Flesh