No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Author: William Blake

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.

Not I, not anyone else, can travel that road for you, you must travel it for yourself.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

Just remember, when you should grab something, grab it; when you should let go, let go.