No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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.

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

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

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