"The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it."
"Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low."
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Source: Michelangelo (2017). “Sonnets of Michelangelo”, p.78, Routledge
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