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I Have Never Felt Any Inward Assurance Of Genius, Or Any Presentiment Of Glory Or Of Happiness. I Have Never Seen Myself In Imagination Great Or Famous, Or Even A Husband, A Father, An Influential Citizen. This Indifference To The Future, This Absolute Self-distrust, Are, No Doubt, To Be Taken As Signs. What Dreams I Have Are All Vague And Indefinite; I Ought Not To Live, For I Am Now Scarcely Capable Of Living.

Man Is Saved By Love And Duty, And By The Hope That Springs From Duty, Or Rather From The Moral Facts Of Consciousness, As A Flower Springs From The Soil.

To Live We Must Conquer Incessantly, We Must Have The Courage To Be Happy.

Mother Of Marvels, Mysterious And Tender Nature, Why Do We Not Live More In Thee.

The Ideal, After All, Is True Than The Real: For The Ideal Is The Eternal Element In Perishable Things.