Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.