A dream has power to poison sleep.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom; And all good things are thus confused with ill.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.