Is not the truth the truth?
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.