Blessed are the young, for they shall inherit the national debt.

A dissolute and intemperate youth hands down the body to old age in a worn-out state.

I was born at a very early age. Before I had time to regret it, I was four and a half years old.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

Childhood has no forebodings—but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

The thing that impresses me most about America is the way parents obey their children.

Rejoice, young man, while you are young, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth. Follow the inclination of your heart and the desire of your eyes, but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other both in mind and body, to try the manners of different nations, to hear the chimes at midnight.

A sick child is always the mother’s property; her own feelings generally make it so.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.