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

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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