First Listen, My Friend, And Then You

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

Characteristics Of A Popular Politician: A Horrible Voice, Bad Breeding, And A Vulgar Manner.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.