I am that merry wanderer of the night.

We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

Let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester into facts.

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

The meek may inherit the earth, but they don't get in to Harvard.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.

I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

The first movie that made me cry was Dead Poets Society. That one gets me. O Captain! My Captain! That moment kills me.

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice, because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it at all.

Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? And that's your worse fear.

Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.

Law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

If I were a teacher, I would like to teach freshman English - so I could be the Robin Williams type in Dead Poets Society. I wanna be that guy. I couldn't teach seniors because they'd be smarter than me.

What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.

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