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

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Even members of the nobility, let alone persons of no consequence, would do well not to have children. 

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