Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Love is the energy of life.
In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.