He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

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.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.