Have you ever asked yourselves what you are going to do when you grow up? In all likelihood you will get married, and before you know where you are, you will be mothers and fathers; and you will then be tied to a job, or to the kitchen, in which you will gradually wither away. Is that all that your life is going to be?

The best part of the art of living is to know how to grow old gracefully.

Altogether, St. Louis is a growing place, and the West has a large hand and a strong grasp.

Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.

It is a disgrace to grow old through sheer carelessness before seeing what manner of man you may become by developing your bodily strength and beauty to their highest limit.

“Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up”

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process.