To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life; Joy, Empire, and Victory!
—Prometheus Unbound, Shelley
the single best invention of life
Everything else is secondary.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
You've touched all of our lives, and truly will never die.