Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset,And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,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。
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.