Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

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.

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.