One boy is worth half a man Two boys are worth half a boy Three boys are no help at all.
Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.
The departure of our boys to foreign parts with the ever-present possibility that they might never return, taught the real value of photography to every father and mother. To many a mother the photograph of her boy in his country's uniform was the one never-failing consolation.
Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys
Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree...
I want my boys to have an understanding of people's emotions, their insecurities, people's distress, and their hopes and dreams.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
Well, boys, it's a round ball and a round bat and you got to hit the ball square
When the boys come into my yard for leave to gather horse-chestnuts, I own I enter into nature's game, and affect to grant the permission reluctantly, fearing that any moment they will find out the imposture of that showy chaff. But this tenderness is quite unnecessary; the enchantments are laid on very thick. Their young life is thatched with them. Bare and grim to tears is the lot of the children in the hovel I saw yesterday; yet not the less they hang it round with frippery romance, like the children of the happiest fortune.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys.
That was my aspiration, so I was there in a seminary with just boys who were studying to be priests. Pretty rigorous schooling; we never got home, we stayed there all year.
Football is all very well a good game for rough girls, but not for delicate boys.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
Living with these teenage boys allowed me to see how much their psyches were like their girl counterparts. They were more familiar to me than I would have thought.
Girls fall in love with what they hear. Boys fall in love with what they see. That's why girls wear make up and boys lie.
Children have a natural antipathy to books - handicraft should be the basis of education. Boys and girls should be taught to use their hands to make something, and they would be less apt to destroy and be mischievous.
Boys are sent out into the world to buffet with its temptations, to mingle with bad and good, to govern and direct - girls are to dwell in quiet homes among few friends, to exercise a noiseless influence.
The boys are in such a mood that if someone introduced the Ten Commandments, they'd cut them down to seven.
Men want power in order to do something. Boys want power in order to be something.
Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys.
The army teaches boys to think like men.
Men are troublesome. They complain about trifles a woman wouldn't notice. The office boys...complain that the temperature of the building is too hot or too cold...If they have a slight headache, they stay at home.