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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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