“And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment in this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action. Thus does concience make cowards of us all”
( I hope I remembered it correctly. I’m sure some smarty-pants will set me staight.)
( I hope I remembered it correctly. I’m sure some smarty-pants will set me staight.)