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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other both in mind and body, to try the manners of different nations, to hear the chimes at midnight.

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

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