“Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it.”
“Well — when I write my book, and tell the tale Of my adventures — all these little stars That shake out of my cloak — I must save those To use for asterisks...”
“Well when I write my book, and tell the tale of my adventures--all these little stars that shake out of my cloak-- I must save those to use for asterisks!”
“I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.”
“You have no ambition, I well know. Your wishes are all moderate.''As moderate as those of the rest of the world, I believe. I wish as well as every body else to be perfectly happy, but like every body else it must be in my own way. Greatness will not make me so.”
“Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.”