Every man takes a beating and every man gets dumped back into the earth … so why cry about it?
Therefore, given that in the course of history many have acted on beliefs in which many others did not believe, we must perforce admit that for each, to a different degree, history has been largely the Theater of an Illusion.
“Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her?”
Some are born to fortune, and some have fortune thrust upon them.
I am the way you see me.
Occasionally, it is true, we dance in our “chains” and betwixt our “swords”; it is none the less true that more often we gnash our teeth under the circumstances, and are impatient at the secret hardship of our lot.
Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
Reality is frequently inaccurate.
And on earth we wander, groping, reeling;Powers stir in us, stir and disappear.
“Sometimes life turns out to be a far cry from our youthful hopes”