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

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.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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.

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

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.

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.