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

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

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.

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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.

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.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.