Fall if you will, but rise you must.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.