Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.
Kids are great. You can teach them to hate what you hate and, with the Internet and all, they practically raise themselves.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.