Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. – William Shakespeare
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. – William Shakespeare
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. – William Shakespeare
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare
Something that irritates you and wont let you go. Thats the anguish of it. Do this book, or die. You have to go through that. Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance. – Source Unknown