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.

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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