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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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

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

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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.

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

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