No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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