Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
From Emily Dickinson
The brain is wider than the sky.
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
I dwell in possibility.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Fortune befriends the bold.
I'm nobody, who are you?
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