The rich man has his motor car, His country and his town estate He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at fate. Yet though my lamp burn low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood, Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would! – Franklin Pierce Adams
I think life is sort of like a competition, whether its in sports, or its achieving in school, or its achieving good relationships with people. And competition is a little bit of what its all about. – Sanford I. Weill