And, all his prospects brightening to the last, / His heaven commences ere the world be past!

The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, / And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall

A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.

You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.