It isn't being young that matters.

Most troubles are brought about, at your time of life, by not knowing when to stop being young.

Good luck, Lady-bird.

I hope you never have anything to tell.
Oh, just look, just look!" Joan followed the pointing finger, but held the kind hand.

And they sat in silence watching "the fair frail palaces, the fading Alps and archipelagoes, and great cloud-continents of sunset seas." And as she sat, enthralled, the whole earth hushed and still, shadows lurking towards the east, the evening air holding its breath, the night ready behind the horizon for its allotted work, God's hand on everything, it was of Marty that Joan thought, Marty whom she must have hurt so deeply and who had gone away without a word or a sign, believing that she was still a kid.