The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.