Lives devoted to Beauty seldom end well.
Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble.
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace. . . on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.
So that my life be brave, what though not long?
What sweet delight a quiet life affords.
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.
My point is this: the more you have to lose, the braver you are for standing up.
Mankind does not drink alcohol because there are breweries, distilleries, and vineyards; men brew beer, distill spirits, and grow grapes because of the demand for alcoholic drinks.
Be realistic: Go for the impossible!
Only those who find life, find treasures.