Whether we be young or old, Our destiny, our being's heart and home, Is with infinitude, and only there; With hope it is, hope that can never die, Effort and expectation, and desire, And something evermore about to be.

A day Spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Brothers all In honor, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how beni…

Le malheur est que, parfois, des souhaits s'accomplissent, afin que se perpetue le supplice de l'esperance.

I see so many little boys I wanna marry, I see plenty little kids I've yet to have.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.