I am basically just a nine-year-old boy that evolved.
The glory of the nation rests in the character of her men. And character comes from boyhood. Thus every boy is a challenge to his elders.
In America, any boy may become president and I suppose that’s just one of the risks he takes.
The priceless treasure of boyhood is his endless enthusiasm, his high store of idealism, his affections and his hopes. When we preserve these, we have made men. We have made citizens and we have made Americans.
No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girls heart.
When you can’t do anything else to a boy, you can make him wash his face.
Boys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
There is nothing so aggravating as a fresh boy who is too old to ignore and too young to kick.
There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.
Little boys may be an intolerable nuisance; but when they are not there we regret them, we find ourselves homesick for their very intolerableness.