I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality read more

I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality by not dying.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
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The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.

What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.

What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.

I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.

I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.

For I never have seen, and never shall see, that the cessation of
the evidence of existence is necessarily read more

For I never have seen, and never shall see, that the cessation of
the evidence of existence is necessarily evidence of the
cessation of existence.

It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing read more

It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum read more

The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.]