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.

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.

The young leading the young is like the blind leading the blind.

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

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

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

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

The young man must store up, the old man must use.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.