Life only avails, not the having lived. Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in … - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooting of the gulf, in the darting to an aim.

Build a better mousetrap, and the world will beat a path to your door.

A moody child and wildly wise
Pursued the game with joyful eyes,
Which chose, like meteors, their way,
And rived the dark with private ray:
They overleapt the horizon's edge,
Searched with Apollo's privilege;
Through man, and woman, and sea, and star,
Saw the dance of nature forward far;
Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times,
Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes.
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young,
And always keep us so.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.