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?

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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

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

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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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.

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

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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