Walt Whitman's poem, Leaves of Grass, includes many memorable lines and stanzas. One of those that haunts my memory, while not the longest, is the following (1871-72):
The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth to seek and find.
I hope that in my reading and living I am able to keep these words in mind and always move forward, seeking the dreams that are not easily granted to those who marvel at the wonder of life.