Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.