Eternal Spring - Victor Hugo
Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the world to come.
For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse; but I feel that I have not said one-thousandth part of what is in me.
When I have gone down to the grave I shall have ended my day's work; but another day will begin the next morning.
Life closes in the twilight but opens with the dawn.