I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

No time to marry, no time to settle down, I’m a young woman, and ain’t done runnin’ round.

Most men employ the first years of their life in making the last miserable.

Even members of the nobility, let alone persons of no consequence, would do well not to have children. 

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.