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.

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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.

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.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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