Edgar Lee Masters

To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire--
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

The tongue may be an unruly member--
But silence poisons the soul.

In time you shall see Fate approach you
In the shape of your own image in the mirror

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, 
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? 
Degenerate sons and daughters, 
Life is too strong for you— 
It takes life to love Life.