And now, a bit of inspiring poetry...

Meanwhile drink deeply of life's essence,
Life's heady draught, enjoy it, friends!
I've learnt its disenchanting lessons,
Nor will it grieve me when it ends;
No ghosts can pry my lids asunder;
Only at times a distant wonder
Has power yet to stir my heart;
It would be better if my part
On this brief stage would not leave on it
The faintest trace. I live and write
Not for applause; my dismal plight
Let it but fuel the blazing sonnet,
One note that like a faithful friend
Bespeaks my name beyond the end.

(Pushkin, II. 39, p. 56)
Walter Arndt, translator, Eugene Onegin
E. P. Dutton & Co. New York. 1963.