Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying...
… and at once I knew I was not magnificent. High above the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice) I could see for miles, miles, miles
Unless we take one step forward, we cannot take the next, much less a thousand.– A smart person
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, ...
Children need encouragement. So, if a kid gets an answer right, tell her it was a lucky guess. That way, she develops a good lucky feeling.