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.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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

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

Childhood has no forebodings—but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

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.

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

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

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.