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

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

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.

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.