Not a having and a resting, but a growing and becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
Resolve to find thyself; and to know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
Resolve to be thyself; and know that who finds himself, loses his misery.
It is so small a think to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.