Friends of my youth, a last adieu! Haply some day we meet again; Yet ne'er the self-same men shall meet; the years shall make us other men.
Richard Francis Burton
Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws. All other Life is living Death, a world where none but Phantoms dwell, A breath, a wind, a sound, a voice, a tinkling of the camel-bell.
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Hardly we find the path of love, to sink the self, forget the I, When sad suspicion grips the heart, when Man, the Man begins to die:
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Man worships self: his God is Man; the struggling of the mortal mind To form its model as 'twould be, the perfect of itself to find.
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From self-approval seek applause: What ken not men thou kennest, thou! Spurn ev'ry idol others raise: Before thine own Ideal bow: Be thine own Deus: Make self free, liberal as the circling air: Thy Thought to thee an Empire be; break every prison'ing lock and bar.
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