Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Men die but an idea does not.
There's a smile on my face for the whole human race.
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.
Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.