The Men Were Wild As Ourang-outans, And

For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.

Friends Of My Youth, A Last Adieu! Haply Some Day We Meet Again; Yet Ne'er The Self-same Men Shall Meet; The Years Shall Make Us Other Men.

The Dearest Ambition Of A Slave Is Not Liberty, But To Have A Slave Of His Own.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life...is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands.