Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

Most progress is most failure.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.