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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

Youth, youth, springtime of beauty.

No one’s serious at seventeen.

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.

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