In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
In idleness there is a perpetual despair.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Literary men are...a perpetual priesthood.