Men are the dreams of a shadow.
Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.
If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.