"Oh, to struggle against great odds; to meet enemies undaunted.
To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports.
Oh, to live to be the ruler of life, not a slave.
To mount the scaffolds; to advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance.
To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on and float on.
Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys.
To indeed be a god!"
Dead Poets Society (1989)
