The worst is not<br>So long as we can say, "This is the worst."

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

Nothing will come of nothing.

Every minute you are thinking of evil, you might have been thinking of good instead. Refuse to pander to a morbid interest in your own misdeeds. Pick yourself up, be sorry, shake yourself, and go on again.

Although the last, not least.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:<br>And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

The rest is silence.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,<br>It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.