We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.
George Eliot (Middlemarch).
The stars make no noise.
Irish Proverb.
WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT
Who fancied what a pretty sight
This rock would be if edged around