Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.
Grow old with me the best is yet to come.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Where the apple reddens never pry -- lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
There's a new tribunal now higher than God's --The educated man s!
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!