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 leading the young is like the blind leading the blind.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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.

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

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

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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, youth, springtime of beauty.