“The boys got up and walked to the class pictures lining the honor-room walls. They looked at faces of young men, staring out at them from the past.
"They're not that different than any of you, are they? Hope in their eyes, just like yours. They believe themselves destined for wonderful things, like many of you. Well, where are those smiles now, boys? What of the hope?" (S. 26)”
―
N.H. Kleinbaum,
Dead Poets Society