The function of posterity is to look after itself.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.