Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh?

The truth is forced upon us, very quickly, by a foe.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.

Let each man exercise the art he knows.