The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGood judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment. The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul.
Ralph Waldo Emerson