“We are but older children, dear,Who fret to find our bedtime near.”

“Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome beda melancholy maiden!We are but older children, dear,who fret to find our bedtime near.”

“Evil lives in the dark. We instinctively know it as children, but as we grow older we allow reason to cloud our judgement”

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”

“We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.”

“We humans are prone to err, and to err systematically, outrageously, and with utter confidence. We are also prone to hold our mistaken notions dear, protecting and nourishing them like our own children. We defend them at great cost. We surround ourselves with safe people, people who will appreciate our cherished views. We avoid those who suggest that our exalted ideas, our little emperors, have no clothes.”