Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.
Eric: Look, Dad, I need my car. Don’t you remember when you were in high school? I bet you had some good times, driving around senior year with your friends.
Red: My senior year, I was driving a gun boat around Okinawa. And, if you count the Japanese snipers as my friends, then yes, I had some good times.
For hearts when they ’re young should make the vow,
For when they are old they don’t know how
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Once-ler: Why are you so interested in trees, anyway? Why aren’t you like other kids? Breakdancing and wearing bellbottoms and playing the Donkey Kongs?