What we learn from experience depends on the kind of philosophy we bring to experience.
Imagine yourself as a living house.
Do not dare not to dare.
Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? WEll, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments).
No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?
If God were a Kantian, who would not have us till we came to Him from the purest and best motives, who could be saved?