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.

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.

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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.

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

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.

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

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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.