The virtue lies in the struggle, not the prize.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.

My exit is the result of too many entrees.

Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares.

It's not the lack of ability or opportunity that holds you back; it is only a lack of confidence in yourself.

The virtue lies in the struggle, not the prize.