» One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
» Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
» Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.
» Grow old with me the best is yet to come.
» What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
» Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
» Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
» 'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
» What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
» Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.