In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.
Stay true to the dreams of thy youth.
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!
The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free.
I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.
We should, if possible, prove a teacher to posterity, instead of being the pupil of by-gone generations. More shall come after us than have gone before; the world is not yet middle-aged.