Every man remembers his childhood as a kind of mythical age, just as every nation's childhood is its mythical age.
Nature, with her customary beneficence, has ordained that man shall not learn how to live until the reasons for living are stolen from him, that he shall find no enjoyment until he has become incapable of vivid pleasure.
I may be wrong, but it seems rare in our age to find a widely praised person whose own mouth is not the source of that praise.
