The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days

Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.

Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.

Oh, happy he who still hopes he can emerge from Error's boundless sea! - Faust.

He who is wise puts aside all claims which may dissipate his attention, and confining himself to one branch excels in that.

We cannot too soon convince ourselves how easily we may be dispensed with in the world. What important personages we imagine ourselves to be! We think that we alone are the life of the circle in which we move; in our absence, we fancy that life, existence, breath will come to a general pause, and, alas, the gap which we leave is scarcely perceptible, so quickly is it filled again; nay, it is often the place, if not of something better, at least for something more agreeable.