Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy.
—William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
If we have injured someone, giving him the opportunity to make a joke about us is often enough to provide him personal satisfaction, or even to win his good will.
—Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)
Heaven lies about us in our infancy ... and the world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.
—Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)