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

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

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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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

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

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

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

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.