“Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.”
Guiderius, Act IV, scene ii.
Cymbeline (1610)
“How dispiriting I find it, even after all my personal triumphs, that we must grow up and grow sad, that we must age, weaken, and in time go home to our long home in the ground, and that even golden lads and girls all must, as chimney sweepers, come to dust.”
— Joseph Heller, book God Knows
God Knows (1984)
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