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

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.

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

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.

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

Childhood knows what it wants—to leave childhood behind.

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

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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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.