“…Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old; Death closes all: but something ere the end, some work of noble note, may yet be done, not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.”

“…’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all western stars, until I die… To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson