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

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.

Even members of the nobility, let alone persons of no consequence, would do well not to have children. 

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

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.

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

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

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

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

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

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 man must store up, the old man must use.

Bright youth passes as quickly as thought.