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.

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.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

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

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.