Boys naturally look on all force as an enemy.

A boy is a piece of existence quite separate from all things else, and deserves separate chapters in the natural history of men.

I have pretty large experience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows.

A boy becomes an adult three years before his parents think he does, and about two years after he thinks he does.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

It was the smile of a boy at his own birthday party, the lad who is both humbled and wondrously elated by the realization that he is in a room full of people who are happy, abnormally happy, one might say, to see him alive and in their presence.