To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.
Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
Will it, and set to work briskly.
Let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.
Live with your century; but do not be its creature.