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

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.

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

The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

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

The boy is, of all wild beasts, the most difficult to manage. 

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

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

I’ve never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It’s probably because they have forgotten their own.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.