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 is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other both in mind and body, to try the manners of different nations, to hear the chimes at midnight.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.