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O Captain, my captain!!

Walden

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

Dead Poets Society II

Neil: Hey!
Todd: Hey.
Neil: What's going on?
Todd: Nothing. Today's my birthday.
Neil: Is today your birthday? Happy birthday!
Todd: Thanks.
Neil: What'd you get?
Todd: My parents gave me this.
Neil: Isn't this the same desk set...
Todd: Yeah. Yeah, they gave me the same thing as last year.
Neil: Oh.
Todd: Oh.
Neil: Maybe they thought you needed another one.
Todd: Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all. The funny thing is about this is, I didn't even like it the first time.
Neil: Todd, I think you're underestimating the value of this desk set.
Neil: I mean, who would want a football or a baseball or...
Todd: Or a car.
Neil: Or a car, if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one? I mean, if-if I were ever going to buy a desk set, twice, I would probably buy this one. Both times! In fact, its shape is... it's rather aerodynamic, isn't it?
Neil: You can feel it. This desk set wants to fly!
Neil: Todd? The world's first unmanned flying desk set.
Neil: Oh my! Well, I wouldn't worry. You'll get another one next year.

Dead poets Society

Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.
Todd: Uh, I-I close my eyes.
Keating: Yes.
Todd: Uh, and this image floats beside me.
Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
Keating: Oh, that's excellent! Now, give him action - make him do something!
Todd: H-His hands reach out and choke me.
Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!
Toddn: And all the time he's mumbling.
Keating: What's he mumbling?
Todd: Mumbling truth.
Keating: Yeah, yes.
Todd: Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!
Todd: Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
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John Keating: Don't you forget this.