Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
Matthew ArnoldBut often, in the worldโs most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in usโto know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Matthew Arnold