“ the much-sought prize of eternal youthIs just arrested growth. ”
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,But life without meaning is the tortureOf restlessness and vague desire--It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
~ Edgar Lee Masters
Rather a thousand times the county jail than to lie under this marble figure with wings and this granite pedestal bearing the words pro patria. What do they mean anyway?
O world, that's you!You are but a widened place in the riverWhere Life looks down and we rejoice for herMirrored in us, and so we dreamAnd turn away
In time you shall see Fate approach youIn the shape of your own image in the mirror.
