One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would tri… - Robert Browning

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not;
And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:
Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Grime is grace
To whoso gropes amid the dung for gold.

So, take, and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!