eagle-thoughts

Updated: May 12, 2025

"My bark, tempest-tossed, I sail toward the land where the breeze blows no more, And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore." "Stay, thou sailest in vain! 'Tis INFINITY yonder!" "'Tis INFINITY, too, where thou, pilgrim, wouldst wander! Eagle-thoughts that aspire, Let your proud pinions tire! For 'tis here that sweet phantasy, bold to the last, Her anchor in hopeless dejection must cast!"

Friedrich Schiller - The Works of Frederich Schiller