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

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

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 boy is, of all wild beasts, the most difficult to manage. 

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

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

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.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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.