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

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.

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?

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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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 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.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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