Believe that you have it, and you will have it.
From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride, And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.
Desire nothing, Chafe not at fate, nor at Nature’s changeless laws. But struggle only with the personal, the transitory, the evanescent and the perishable.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers’ gardens.
Fragile as reason is and limited as law is as the institutionalised medium of reason, that’s all we have between us and the tyranny of mere will and the cruelty of unbridled, undisciplined feelings.