Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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

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.

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

I was born at a very early age. Before I had time to regret it, I was four and a half years old.

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.