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.
Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
When pain ends, gain ends too.
Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?