O ye gods! I beseech ye not to spare me my youth, but to leave me the virtues of youth – disinterested animosities, disinterested tears! Let me not become a scolding old (wo)man, enviously growling at a younger race of spirits, or a poor miserable being perpetually mourning over the good old times. Let me, when I am grey-haired, preserve the love of youth, and , in spite of the infirmities of age, let me still share the pastimes and dangers of youth.
‘Henri Heine’ as quoted in Bernard Falk’s Five Years Dead (Plymouth: Mayflower Press, 1938)