Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
> It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and »
> It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and »
> What they forgot to kill went on to organize. »
Francis Bacon [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Bacon_(artist)] »
> In the heart of Haita the illusions of youth had not been supplanted by those of age and experience. His thoughts were pure and pleasant, »
> I used to live entirely for pleasure. I shunned suffering and sorrow of every kind. I hated both. I resolved to ignore them as far »