How frequently in the course of our lives the evil which in itself we shun, and which when we fall into it is the most dreadful to us, is oftentimes the very means or door of our deliverance.
There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.
How strange to use “You only live once” as an excuse to throw away a life.
Failure is an event, never a person.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, “Where have I gone wrong?” Then a voice says to me, “This is going to take more than one night.”
