Adults Are Obsolete Children.

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.

You Can't Dribble On Bow Ties.

Adults Are Just Outdated Children.

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head.

There's No Limit To How Much You'll Know, Depending How Far Beyond Zebra You Go.