I am a part of all that I have met.
God’s finger touch’d him, and he slept.
Forward, forward let us range. Let the peoples spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
For man is man and master of his fate.
For always roaming with a hungry heart, much have I seen and known.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
By blood a king, at heart a clown.
Brief is life but love is long.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
Authority forgets a dying king.
