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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

The young always have the same problem—how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their elders and copying one another.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

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