Since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind, what happens, let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. – John Dryden
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden
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