A man's life is an appendix to his heart. - Robert Southey

Action is the highest perfection and drawing forth the utmost power, vigor, and activity of man's nature.

But what they fought each other for
I could not well make out.

How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths;
Beneath her steady ray
The desert circle spreads
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!