The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
Oscar WildeDown the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.
Oscar WildeProsperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.
Oscar Wilde