Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
From Robert Browning
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Love is energy of life.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
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