The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Nothing that is can pause or stay.