When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks, writing is less unsatisfactory than speech-one does not, at least, hear how inadequate the words are.
I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.
So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.
These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
Pity that consequences are determined not by excuses but by actions!
The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion.