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.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

No one’s serious at seventeen.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

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

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

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