“He went like one that hath been stunn'd,And is of sense forlorn:A sadder and a wiser manHe rose the morrow morn.”

“We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or an egg collection, without feeling very much the worse for it, is it not.”

“It never was any better, it never will be any better. It will only be richer or poorer, sadder but not wiser, until the very last day.”

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.”

“There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.”

“Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.”