We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.
Source: Letter, 1936; published in The Collected Letters of Dylan Thomas, 1985.
-- Dylan Thomas, (Oct 27 1914-1953), Welsh poet, writer; His work is known for its comic exuberance, rhapsodic lilt, and pathos; Under Milk Wood, 1954.