All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.