To Succeed, You Must First Believe You

Good Lord, How Can The Rich Bear To Die?

To Cleave That Sea [the Aegean] In The Gentle Autumnal Season, Murmuring The Name Of Each Islet, Is To My Mind The Joy Most Apt To Transport The Heart Of Man Into Paradise.

I Surrender Myself To Everything. I Love, I Feel Pain, I Struggle. The World Seems To Me Wider Than The Mind, My Heart A Dark And Almighty Mystery.

To Succeed, You Must First Believe You Can.

I Should Learn To Run, To Wrestle, To Swim, To Ride Horses, To Row, To Drive A Car, To Fire A Rifle. I Should Fill My Soul With Flesh. I Should Fill My Flesh With Soul. In Fact, I Should Reconcile At Last Within Me The Two Internal Antagonists.