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.

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

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

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

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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

Childhood has no forebodings—but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

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. 

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