What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around. – Georges Bernanos
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, thats now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by. – Conrad Aiken
Let there be a small country with few people . . . Though neighboring communities overlook one another and the crowing of cocks and barking of dogs can be heard, Yet the people there may grow old and die without ever visiting one another. – Lao-Tzu
Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return. – E. M. Forster
