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

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

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

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

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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.

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.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.