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However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this read more

However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this they knew and felt, at least the one,
The leader of the hand he had undone,--
Who, born for better things, had madly set
His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and read more

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.

So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.

Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three read more

Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have .