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I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees.
All times I have enjoyed greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those that loved me, and alone.
I am a part of all that I have met; yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untraveled world.
That untraveled world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
To shine in use!
As though to breathe were life!
Were life!
Life piled on life were all too little, and of one to me little remains; but every hour, every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, something more, a bringer of new things; and vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself, and this grey spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Come, come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heav'n, that which we are, we are, one equal temper of heroic hearts, that which we are, we are, one equal temper of heroic hearts.
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield!
And not to yield!
And not to yield!