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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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