The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.