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.

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

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

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.

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

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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.

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.

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

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.