Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Most progress is most failure.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.