The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. - Kahlil Gibran

O love, whose lordly hand Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst To dignity and pride, Let not the strong in me and the constant Eat the bread or drink the wine That tempt my weaker self. Let me rather starve,
And let my heart parch with thirst, And let me die and perish, Ere I stretch my hand To a cup you did not fill, Or a bowl you did not bless.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair