Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
~Emily Dickinson
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many’s the gallant, overwhelmed creature
Nodding in navies nevermore.
I love this one. The opening line is perfection–it perfectly captures something fundamental about human nature. We are made to try. The rest of the poem serves as a commentary and qualifier of this epigrammatic opening. For each individual success, there are whole navies of failures.
I just spent WAY too much time tracking down this column I chanced across yesterday, so I’m calling it quits for now and leaving you with that. Go out there and fail like a champ!
The Emily Project 