I Beg Your Pardon: Correct

There Is Only One Failure In Life Possible, And That Is Not To Be True To The Best One Knows.

With Memory Set Smarting Like A Reopened Wound, A Man's Past Is Not Simply A Dead History, An Outworn Preparation Of The Present: It Is Not A Repented Error Shaken Loose From The Life: It Is A Still Quivering Part Of Himself, Bringing Shudders And Bitter Flavors And The Tinglings Of A Merited Shame.

The Dull Mind, Once Arriving At An Inference That Flatters The Desire, Is Rarely Able To Retain The Impression That The Notion From Which The Inference Started Was Purely Problematic.

Adventure Is Not Outside Man; It Is Within.

But Is It What We Love, Or How We Love, That Makes True Good?