Someone loves us all.
Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.
Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.
And as to experience-well, think how little some good poets have had, or how much some bad ones have.