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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

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.

No one’s serious at seventeen.