Do not be concerned that you might set a target too high and fail. Be concerned that you will set it too low and succeed.
And still I am learning.
Can't you see the angel imprisoned in the block of stone trying to get out? I am trying to free him
Perchance that I might learn what pity is, That I might laugh at erring men no more.
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?