The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
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.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
The great mind knows the power of gentleness.
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!