We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.
No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.
The living can assist the imagination of the dead.
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.