Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
I love thee, as the good love heaven.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Perseverance is a great element of success.