Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.

For always roaming with a hungry heart / Much have I seen and known.

So now I have sworn to buryAll this dead body of hateI feel so free and so clearBy the loss of that dead weight

I know not if I know what true love is,But if I know, then, if I love not him,I know there is none other I can love

Much have I seen and known - cities of men and manners, climates, councils, governments.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fadesFor ever and for ever when I move.

We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;“Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.