Dead Poets Society

If you call yourself a poet and you have not seen this film, you may be legally insane. By the way, you can call me Nuwanda.
And remember CARPE DIEM!

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential
facts of life, and see if I could 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 is 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 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. For most men,
it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of
God..."

Henry David Thoreau