We are all failures - at least, the best of us are.

Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.

The most gladsome thing in the world is that few of us fall very low; the saddest that, with such capabilities, we seldom rise high

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.

We are all of us failures - at least, the best of us are