When I grow up I want to be a little boy.
A boy is better unborn than untaught.
When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.
If you teach a boy, you educate an individual; but if you teach a girl, you educate a community.
I think every girl's dream is to find a bad boy at the right time, when he wants to not be bad anymore.
Freud was the son of a Jewish merchant who had to move his whole family to Vienna because he couldn't get work. He, as a boy, had to watch his father be mocked and abused on the street for being Jewish. . . You develop a thick skin and you develop a certain kind of wit to defend yourself.
I'm quite an independent person, and I had to be. As a boy and growing into a young man I had to look out for myself. And now I'm very family-oriented. It's a big priority in my life.
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. . . la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la. . .
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
Often I think boys don’t become men. Boys just get papier-mâchéd inside a man’s mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.
How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?
I had never been out covering a story, but boy, was that fun.
I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.
The Scoutmaster guides the boy in the spirit of an older brother.
When I was a young boy in San Francisco, I remember being sent home - I was playing with a friend. And I remember the mother saying, tell Jeffrey to go home. And I said to the girl, I said, why? She goes, my mother says that you're the people who killed Christ.
When we got married, we agreed on a boy for me, and a girl for you. Mine's upstairs sleeping. Good luck with yours!
Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood.
You know, boy, America is a closely divided country.
When people know you've been a soldier, they judge you: you are a thief, a lost boy.
In the work of the greatest geniuses, humble beginnings will reveal themselves somewhere, but one cannot trace the slightest sign of them in Shakespeare. . . I am not concerned with who wrote the works of Shakespeare. . . but I can hardly think it was the Stratford boy. Whoever wrote them had an aristocratic attitude.