Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

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.

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

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

The young man must store up, the old man must use.

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?

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

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

The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love.

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.

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