Longfellow

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Be still sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life a little rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

- Longfellow