Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
Youth is wasted on the young. — George Bernard Shaw
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Youth is wasted on the young.

— George Bernard Shaw
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