No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.