“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”

“I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.”

“Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,Theirs but to do and die.”

“We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;“Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson”

“the deep moans round with many voices.”

“My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.”

“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”