Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.
Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.