If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

On These Magic Shores Children At Play Are For Ever Beaching Their Coracles. We Too Have Been There; We Can Still Hear The Sound Of The Surf, Though We Shall Land No More.

The Door', Replied Maimie, 'will Always, Always Be Open, And Mother Will Always Be Waiting At It For Me.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

All Of This Has Happened Before, And It Will All Happen Again.