Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.

Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.

Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.