Ld heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed out in love’s despairTo flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;Wear out the carpet with their shoesEarning respect; have no strange friend;If they have sinned nobody knows.Lord, what would they sayShould their Catullus walk that way?
— W.B. YeatsIt is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.
— Mokokoma MokhonoanaMrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables.('The Man Whom The Trees Loved').
— Algernon BlackwoodMost adults are knowledgeable to a child, but ignorant for their age.
— Mokokoma MokhonoanaI'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent.
— Veronica RothI never desire to converse with a man who has written more than he has read.
— Samuel JohnsonInnocence is the beginning of ignorance. Experience is the end of stupidity.
— Michael Bassey Johnson