Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Death: the grand perhaps.
A minute of success pays for years of failure.