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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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.

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

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

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

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.