These six lines from Tennyson manage to speak more to me then any other written work. It has been my favorite since I first read it and I often repeat it in my head throughout the day.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.