And Helen is my proof
I'm re-reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese tonight. I had forgotten the last words of Sonnet XXVI:
...God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
But the truth is, -- I am not a wise man ; ---- and besides am a mortal of so little consequence in the world, it is not much matter what I do ; so I seldom fret or fume at all about it. -- Tristam Shandy