Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!