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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

No time to marry, no time to settle down, I’m a young woman, and ain’t done runnin’ round.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

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