All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?