"I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move."
"How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!"
"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."
they're all lines from Ulysses by Tennyson. i love that poem
